My dill has all been harvested, so my ‘garden monsters’ have moved on to the parsley in my flowerbox; I note that they do avoid the oregano that’s gone to seed. Chomp on, little fellas. Enjoy the time you have left. #swallowtail #butterflies
Somewhere along the line, interns have stopped looking like slightly younger people fresh from college, and more like kids in need of a juice box and fresh pair of Pull-ups. #old #ageism #getoffmylawn
I get this a lot, usually by email. I do not have a glamorous job, just an interesting one. Paparazzi do not follow me, photographing my every move. No one asks for my autograph. I do not earn enough to slide into a Lamborghini to drive off to my beach home on weekends. I just turn on a microphone from time to time and speak; but most of my job is spent doing other things. It’s a job, like any other.
In the real world, out in meatspace, I am a shlub who works 45 hour work weeks, goes home, clips coupons, and laughs at the acts on America’s Got Talent. I’m a grandmother. If I’m walking down the street, no one will notice. The world will forget about me 10 minutes after I’m dead.
On the internet, someone catches wind of what field I work in (not even the job but the all-encompassing industry), and I get asked to review an aircheck, play a song on the air, review an “interview opportunity,” etcetera. Asking me means they simply didn’t do their research enough to know that I cannot help them. And it happens everywhere online.
For example, this fine young chap thought, upon reviewing my MRI AVI on Youtube whioch I put up for folks who have MS…”hey! I bet if I ask her to check out my music here, that would be a GREAT idea!”
My advice for anyone who wants to “break into” any specific field is to do some research first, to figure out how to do it effectively. Hint: this wasn’t effective.
As the kids say today… SMH