Because I care about you, the taxpayer, I spend a lot of time at my federal job, where I am the communications officer for my battalion. I lead 12 highly motivated Soldiers (and one dud, but that's another post...) and we are a streamlined, efficient machine, dedicated to communications excellence. Because of our efficiency, I spend a lot of time on the Internet, and frequently will browse around looking for information on my favorite topics. And thus it was, early one afternoon, that I googled my name. The first two hits are this blog. But then I saw this guy:
What? Yeah. My dad is all over the web, in three languages. That's depressing. You'd like to think that you make a difference, and it ends up that all you need to become a web icon is a larger than average forehead.
There are some other Waldo Galans out there, too. For instance, I also saw this guy:
This gentleman's name is Waldo T. Galan, and he's from Mexico and Texas. He apparently recently passed away, which is sad. The world needs more Waldo Galans.
At first I though this was just another guy blessed with an awesome name like Waldo Galan. But then I looked closer, and started noticing similarities between him and my dad. Well, mostly one similarity: Forehead Size. I don't believe this is a coincidence.
So someone tell me- do you all think I'm related to this guy? Am I doomed to have a giant forehead? And how can I become so efficient that I don't even need to show up to work?
7 comments:
It's like you're playing where's Waldo with yourself!....
Yes it's a bad joke but a. those who know me or read my blog know to expect that sort of behavior and b. you all were thinking it.
Stew-
You are fired. No more comments for you.
Waldo
Mayve you should try to cover up your destined-to-be-larger-than-average forehead with a pleather cap and a chain wallet.
So we just go straight there now? Is that ho we roll? Because I could also cover them with some cutoff cargo shorts and hiking boots, if I wanted. But no one's mentioning that.
A teal pleather cap.
sorry W.
I'm on pins and needles to hear about the dud.
Sorry about your forehead.
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