My stamina with the whole self promotion thing might be flagging somewhat. It’s not helped by feeling generally uncomfortable with attention, yet having to shirk that feeling.
It’s not my natural habitat, but I’ll do it if called upon – which isn’t a great approach for somebody starting out. You need that labrador-like energy and zesty willingness to hurl yourself into stuff and bleat on about how brilliant you are to anyone who’ll listen.
If you can deliver as well, that helps, but ostensibly it often seems to matter less.
Just not sure I can be arsed even trying to do that anymore, the shouty twittery thing. I’m finding it a bit of a drag maintaining the will keep checking my work Twitter feed and all these relentlesly moving and shaking people of apparently indomitable positive spirit who I suppose should be termed my peers.
Am I falling out with the subject of my trade – that is, if I was ever “In” with it (for there are plenty of things in this short life which interest me much more), or am I simply tiring of the loudest people who work in it because I have too much time to listen to them? Both perhaps, maybe one slightly more than the other.
Either way, I’d just like a job please Preferably one with decent conditions, flexitime, 9-5 if possible, not too many outside demands. One which ensures I don’t starve and I can still live in relative comfort, even if it won’t afford me lavish wheels, expensive champagne and posh Mayfair clubs.
Don’t think I’m going to be VC of ReallyImportantStuff at GoogleSoft anymore, and I don’t care. But now I’m getting financially twitchy and a bit mad, so I’d like a job of some kind please.
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