Lani Anglin drives me nuts. She texts, twitters, lauds shiny objects on the internet, and mostly, reminds me that I’m middle-aged and she’s not. Every time she posts about how Gen Y demands business to be done, I wake up in the middle of the night with the anxious feeling that I may be turning into a dinosaur.
Her husband, Benn Rosales used to be a public relations professional. Amidst my PR challenges, I turned to Benn for some practical advice. After all, I’m trying to find my way in uncharted territory. I hammered Benn’s cell phone yesterday. I was driving up the 805, last night, and tried him one last time, before it got too late in Austin; I wasn’t prepared for what I heard.
“ We’re in the hospital. Lani’s got vertigo.”
Vertigo? What the hell is that?
I called Benn this morning to check on Lani’s condition and he communicated her condition completely. She’s at home, hopefully recovering from what be a fleeting incident. She might be dealing with something more permanent.
Benn, the consummate professional, asked “What’s up?”
“Um, uh…nothing. Just checking on Lani’s condition”
“BS, man. You got a big announcement today, right? Give me the advance notice so I can post some good news; Lani’ll be pumped”
That’s exactly what Benn did.
This is what I hate about Web 2.0; you get to really know people without meeting them. Bad things happen to good people and it sucks when those good people are one of your own.
Today was a great day but I feel like crap. Get well, Lani.Related posts: