Somebody stop me

i really don't make sense.

i create a blog, write all my deepest darkest (but publishable) thoughts - on anything: reporting blow-by-blow accounts of tiffs with workmates, air frustrations on friends, rip off well-intended events, and write bone-dry travel guides.

Then, somebody asks me for a work sample and i casually mention i have a blog. They ask, i cutely resist, then give out the URL.

I don't hear from them again. Not an even a Don't Reply rejection letter. Does reading a few entries make them realize i'm not exactly team player material?

Now that i thought about it: I hope not, i don't rip off anyone because i'm Migraine Boy or a hatemonger. I usually am a passive, give-in person who never exactly wins a heated argument, especially at the office. I air my gripes through this pixel powered journal. But it's meant for me. It doesn't impair on my ability to write articles, direct a production, develop marketing strategies, or summarize an entire book.

After all, i didn't start this blog to promote the idea im a good idea. But maybe that's where the problem is...

Comments

Kitty Litter said…
Uy naman. Akala ko personal ito and for samples only :) napaaga yata ang midlife confidence crisis mo. if it's any consolation, ganyan talaga ang nagtatransition. plus you've been working hard for over a decade now, so why not relax?

May cure jan: go out and get them jobs. Kung payag ka nga we need a full time copy editor at the bulletin kaso nakakahiya mag-alok cause the pay is low. Failing that, kain tayo :)

Eh may iaasign akong article for you next month: What makes me adore a woman? It's for the rotating men's section sa magazine namin. Payag ka? :)
9:12 PM
Kai said…
Never refer to your blog for work referral, if you ask me. If it's really for personal consumption, keep it at that.
3:25 AM
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