I should be fired as a blogger. It’s no joke. I have made mistakes on names, and I felt bad. In my days as a student, I would get a flunking grade from my journalism professor.
“It doesn’t matter how good the story is,” my professor said. “If you have the wrong name or a typo on the name, you deserve an E.” I agreed. That’s the only regret I had for my first anniversary as a blogger. But I’m having too much fun to quit. And fans have told me that they enjoy my blog.
Now, giving myself a bad grade is irrelevant. An apology in the Northwest Asian Weekly is not good enough.
Since I am the publisher, I cannot really fire myself. So what’s the penalty? How about not getting a paycheck for a month? Well, I’ve been there, done that, especially in this tough economic climate. How about giving treats to employees if I made a mistake? It won’t work. I give treats to my folks all the time.
Finally, I came up with a harsh punishment. Of the 28 years running two papers, I have played a million different roles, but never cleaned the restroom once. The next time I write a wrong name, I will clean the damn thing, OK?
And someone has to teach me how to do it! ♦