I want to start off today by talking about time. P has no concept of it, which speaks to the fact that she sees nothing wrong with working all hours into the night. And when it comes to catching flights around the country to promote the company, we sometimes run into problems.

I often find myself online tracking down flight details, hotel reservations or any other detail that might have slipped her mind while gallivanting around the country. She’s lucky that I’m such a nice guy.

The other day, she called me from Denver. She was supposed to have a meeting with our friend Devin Reams. But she didn’t know where or what time.

One thing P always yells at me about is how I never write things down. Someone needs to tell her to start heeding her own advice.

A couple of weeks ago I was a part of a panel for the World Future Society, Madison Chapter. Afterwards, a few of the members and I went out for a drink. And inevitably, everyone wants to talk about P.

Turns out a few of them had caught a speech P had given about a month back. I was there too, so I remember the topic well: “10 Ways to Better Your Career and Your Life.”

Number one of the list was to have sex at least once a week. One of my drink-mates considered it to be a metaphor for just having a close personal relationship with another person.

“I’m not so sure about that,” I said. “She was probably talking about just sex.”

As any friend or foe to P’s blog knows, she has no problem talking about sex. In fact, it’s probably her favorite topic.

And I think that’s cool. More power to her. She just needs to learn to keep it in the blogosphere.

Today she was sitting in the coffee shop — that is her office — with her friend Teresa and me. And all of a sudden the two start going on about their sex lives like nobody else is in the shop.

Usually you can tell when people are pissed at P. When she’s talking too loud, somebody usually just tells her to shut up. But in today’s case, nobody knew what to do. People either looked around the room in awe or tried to stare vigilantly at their laptops like they were deaf to it.

I just sat and laughed. She has already blogged about a rash I had, so shame just doesn’t seem to make sense for me anymore.

Lately P has been saying we should start a reality show. And I have to say, it would probably be a real moneymaker.

It would be just as cool as the Real World. Except instead of a sassy, young cast, a fancy townhouse and a cool city we’d have the three of us, Healy and my grimy apartment and the snowy abyss that is Madison, WI.

We could even have that confessional booth where we all get to rant about what pisses us off about one another. But we’d probably have to put a time limit on its use.

Maybe there’s a producer out there reading right now…if so, let’s do lunch.

Read more about working with Penelope:

Working with Penelope Trunk — Tales from a Startup Soap Opera

Share This