oh, and if you open the interview with “tell me about yourself” I’m walking out

There was a big mental dust-up around here a few months ago as I felt the need to retreat from digital writing back to my original refuge of my sketchbook journals.

I still need to do that, I just haven’t done it. My own handwriting looks strange to me, and I make a lot of mistakes after years of holding a keyboard instead of a pen. Whatever is too private to share with the general public gets lost and forgotten and, very likely, goes unresolved. I can tell you that lately I have felt disconnected from everyone and everything not named Jordan, Jon Alex or Ehren, and I think my latest posts have revealed it. I write around my difficult truths.

I share nothing that is truly private, which is why I am alternately bemused and irritated by the supposed trend of potential employers scouring social media profiles of interviewees looking for status updates or tweets that say, God forbid, something like: I am bored at work today. Or: my manager is killing me today. These are surface observations and say nothing about the work people like me are capable of producing. I am thinking that the hiring manager who will possibly eliminate me from consideration based on milquetoast is the hiring manager I don’t want to work for in the first place. If I said, oh, dunno: I killed my manager today, then, yeah, okay, maybe don’t hire me. Good call, hiring dude.

My original bike camp budget was blown out of the water then crapped on by migrating egrets. No more Mac book, no more tricking out the mom-mobile, no more eating, really. I wanted a new TV for my bedroom, but the 13″ Daewoo must continue to satisfy. Not that I’m complaining (much) but wow. My next project will be to remove the financial barrier from the kid who just wants to learn to ride a bike like everyone else. Once it’s all legal, you may become my favorite donor. You’re welcome.