September, it seems, is full of wormholes.
Thanks to Brett Kavanaugh & the legions of men who think sexually assaulting girls are consequence-free teen shenanigans, I’ve spent a lot of time, in my head, in the 80s.
Today, I find myself in another wormhole. This one is better and finds me in my life circa 2007ish.
Recently, JTo started doing contract work for the company that laid us off back in ought-eight. She called me a few weeks ago to tell me about what a trip it was to work with so many of the people from the olden days. Then she asked if I’d be willing work for them too.
I jumped at the chance. I love working with JTo. And I never minded the work I did back in my cube-dwelling days, it was the corporatey corporateness of Corporate America that killed me.
I’m three days into this new gig and it’s all come back. The rhythm of working with JTo, the lingo, and what needs to be done. It’s been a decade since I’ve done product marketing and messaging, and I thought those muscles would be atrophied. They’re not, and I’m amazed that I really do know stuff.