Monday Moans

So I wanted to write something really cool. Wendi asked me if I wanted to stop by to blog. And what happened? I froze! Yes. It sucks. I hate not knowing what to say. I mean, that's what I do for a living. I talk! (groaning)

Ping! (that's the light over my head) I should probably tell you who the heck I am. Might be helpful. (embarrassed grin)

I'm Janine Walters. I'm the public relations gal you talk to when you call Blitz Racing. I handle the publicity for the team and the drivers. Want to book a driver for a personal appearance? That's me. Want to schedule a special walk-through at the facility? Yep, you're going to talk to me.

Who writes the speeches the drivers make when they are hired? Me. Sound bites for the television stations? Me, again.

Sigh. Yeah, I've got a great job.

Now I suppose you want to know why I am blogging and complaining about not having anything to say. It's like this....I've got the best job with my best friend. I love being where I am. Except...I'm lonely. Yeah, Megan's my BFF. She's fantastic. But she's got Tucker. Yanno? I've got...me.

Well, no. I had someone but he's so... Eric Trask isn't the Ice Man of pit road for nothing. He's so busy hiding behind his persona and keeping people out. It sucks. The only one other than Tucker who even gets close is Jellyroll. I rate below a DOG!

One of these days I'll get him to come around. That's the grand plan anyway. Well, happy reading, happy racing and kiss a driver. It's fun.