Excuse Me?

I spent the weekend reading Excuse Me, Your Job is Waiting (which of course is a relief because I've been looking for it) and listening to Mark Albion's audiobook Finding Work That Matters. 

In one of the two, I've forgotten which they've sort of melded together, suggested we ask friends and colleagues what we're good at. Here's what I sent out:

• Valerie is really good at _____________.
• Valerie should really focus on ________.
• Valerie could work on _______________.

While I braced for the inevitable forthright, brutually honesty response, I hoped that I would be able to use it in my search for a new career (oh, yes, I am determined to give up technical writing, a second career that I haven't fully enjoyed, for a new [third] career. I wonder what it will be?)

Instead, I got this:

Valerie is really good at licking frozen poles and getting her tongue stuck, moving her [censored], so that it looks like she is [censored Jim Carey reference], praying to the Jesus wearing the t-shirt that looks like a tuxedo - kinda formal, kinda casual. (Did you see Talledega Nights?)

She should really focus on getting better at her goldfish imitation.

Valerie could work on deciding which is more important: not wearing white after Labour Day, or running with the bulls in Spain.

Try it. Send out an email. See what you get back. Then write me. Tell me what they said.