As expressed through some pouty blog bitching... I've been struggling with editing the anthology. Usually the roles of Writer, Editor, and Publisher involve different people - unless you're a disgruntle Writer like me determined to overthrow a system that doesn't toss out free favors. Shout out to all the other Indys doing their thing!! I finally printed off a hard copy of my book yesterday because the only thing I dislike more than editing is...
Part of being a human means you meet other humans in various circumstances. Something that intrigues me about FollowMeToNYC is the picture it paints of my life. For the loyal cult members checking in each day... and the hardcore advisory board of crazies that have been here since we kicked off last September... many aspects of my madness and passion surfaces in these pages. Every day I learn more about what's affecting me, reactions I evoke, and...
Now and then I catch a glimpse of a news story regarding yet another Yank celebrity coming to Australia and making fools out of themselves. Today it was Kelly Rowland. Apparently Kelly and her entourage were flying with Qantas trying to be larger than life and breaking airplane rules like using cell phones. As a Yank I am always sensitive to the occasional Yank-bashing I hear down under which is often caused by celebrities making themselves...
I walked out. I lasted three hours. During the three hours that I attempted, four different people told me how they just quit and my 'boss' advised that it's a real 'us against them mentality' when it comes to dealing with other areas in the organization. Are you kidding me? So I sat there staring blankly at financial reports and believe that I nodded off for about fifteen minutes. Then I literally grabbed my bag and bounced. No 'thanks very...
Since I've come back to Australia I've been posting in the mornings like when I was in the States. This is going to switch, posts will be coming at night until further notice... which is actually daytime in the US... so maybe things aren't changing as much as I thought? About two weeks ago I mentioned going to work. Tomorrow... it's on. I'm hoping that the harsh reality of having to pretend who I am every day (once again) will piss me off to...