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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").

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   audience to a business presentation
Tuesday, October 27 1998
At work today, I actually sat in on a presentation during which some other company tried to sell my company on their product. My attendance was arranged to lend some "technical expertise" to my company's opinion. Now, it's important to note that my view on this specific product isn't nearly as interesting as the strange feeling I got from being in the position in which I suddenly found myself. Here were two grown men trying, by every technique in their arsenal, to impress me with their product. My opinion was actually important to them. I felt like such a poser, that if they only knew who I really was, that eight year old boy, they'd just laugh in my face. But they were giving me at least as much eye contact as the co-worker who'd arranged this presentation to begin with.


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