There’s a weird disconnect for me between posting things on my blog and realizing people actually read them. It’s something I should probably reconcile, before I write something that gets me in trouble. I still, however, believe that a slightly inappropriate approach to life is a lot more fun – and more fun to read about – and there’s an article in August’s Psychology Today (my favorite magazine to read on the plane) supporting my view.
As a semi-related aside, in June’s Psychology Today, which I read on my last trip to Greece, there was an article about sociopaths, which tied into the studies that have popped up every so often over the past couple of years that many CEOs are psychopaths (or at least have many psychopathic tendencies). So while the CEO of my company and I were waiting yesterday in a dark, wood-paneled hotel boardroom (very reminiscent of the Titanic, as someone later pointed out) for everyone else to arrive for a meeting, I had to actively remind myself not to ask him if he was a psychopath.
Anyway, I digress. I’m unexpectedly back in Athens again (I love my job – and no, I’m not just saying that after having reminded myself that people at my office read this), and this time I had four days to prepare for my trip instead of four hours. I sent a note to someone I met on the plane last time I flew to Greece, who kindly agreed to meet me for dinner while I was in town.
It turns out in the interim he had Googled me. As far as I know I am the only Kimberly Dioszeghy, so I am quite easy to find – although last I checked Google doesn’t come up with much more than my Twitter account, sailing results from high school, an honorable mention from Emily Carr University for a painting of my dog I did in elementary school, my IMDB profile (duck handler!), one of the scholarships I received and a few things I did while at university. There, now you don’t even need to Google me.
The other thing Google comes up with, of course, is my blog, which my new friend read. Apparently when I wrote about Greece and Turkey following my previous trip, I had skimmed over Greece (pausing only to note my dissatisfaction with its cuisine) to focus on raving about Turkey (I do love Turkey). Determined to show me that food in Greece can be so much better than what I experienced last time, he took me to Ithaki Restaurant & Bar, overlooking a stunning bay, where we ate fresh seafood as the sun set. We had a brilliant Greek sauvignon blanc (as far as I know Greece isn’t known for its wine, but based on that bottle perhaps it should be) and I ate the most perfect chocolate soufflé (admittedly not a traditional Greek dessert, but I can’t pass up anything chocolate) ever made.
Then he offered me a job, and while he was probably joking I will still keep it in mind in case next time I see my CEO I accidentally ask him if he’s a psychopath and he fires me.
Ultimately my Greek friend was successful; I have been admonished and reformed. Greek food is brilliant if you eat at the right places (which I would mention is probably true of any country, if I were trying to get myself in trouble…). Regardless, I have to admit that I am now a fan.
Apologies for the photo quality; it was a quick snap with my iPhone.