April 29, 2006
Resigned. To my fate.
And now, the scary part begins.You may notice, in the coming weeks, a decided change in hypocritical. I can't exactly say what the changes will be or how those changes may affect the content here. How they will affect the publishing schedule. How they will affect my outlook. It's the big unknown. But I have taken the first precipitous (or perhaps, more appropriately, "off the precipice") step.
I've resigned my current corporate-side-of-the-desk (safe) position. Turned in the letter of resignation. Proposed my last day of employment. Sealed the fate on my last guaranteed paycheck. I am now set to embark on my own agency-side-of-the-desk (risky) gig.
As what, you ask? A professional blogger? Um, no. Not unless you're going to let me come live with you, sleep on your couch, rifle through your fridge, and borrow that cute teal number, while we stay up late telling stories and painting our toenails. (On second thought, I may come live with you anyway.)
No, no, gentle reader. Being paid to babble incoherently about all things marketing is not likely to be putting food on the table and a roof over my head any time soon. I know, I know. I like to think I'm that smart, charming, and popular, as well. But deep down inside, we both know it isn't true. (But I thank you for that vote of confidence. Even though you didn't really give it and I just kind of forced it on you, so now you feel like you're sitting there stuck with the unpopular kid waiting patiently for your response to his/her invitation to the Prom/Sadie Hawkins dance. I'm still giving you credit.)
So, you may see hypocritical's focus on marketing and whining take some different tangents. I'm already noticing that those blogs with an entrepreneurial bent are taking on a whole new luster. (I've checked Workhappy at least 20 times in the past hour and no new resources. How am I supposed to survive out here?) You may catch me questioning things I didn't question before. You may see me focusing on minutiae that heretofore, from my ivory corporate tower, did not exist within my purview.
I can't tell you. All I can say is "stay tuned." It could be a unheralded success (in which case my swollen ego will deem you a "fan"), an abysmal failure (in which my pervading ennui will deem you a "contributor to my demise"), or something in between.
So, for any of you who have advice, suggestions, or scathing criticism that involves the word "imbecile" and the phrase "turn back before it's too late." I'd love to hear it.
In the meantime, join me, won't you? My self-induced vivisection eagerly awaits.
Resigned. To my fate.
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