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My "Ancient Sorrow"
Lately I've been questioning why I live in Los Angeles. Aside from my Netflix subscription, I have little to do with the Entertainment Industry. As far as my job/career goes, well just say I walk a fine line between Self-Employment and Unemployment. more... |
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Chicken Soup for the Laid-Off Soul
I was at work one night doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before (Yeah, you guessed it, my boss was Mr. McGee.) eBeth called me from her cell phone. more... |
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5 Questions
Disclaimer: Men’s mags are in love with the numeric title. Don’t take my word for it, next time you’re browsing the magazine shelf at Borders (trying to pick-up an Ashley Banfield look-a-like), count the number of “Top 10s”, “12 Ways”, and “25 young stars” you see on the covers. more... |
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Know Thy (Work) Friends
Walking into their first job, recent college graduates fall into two categories: Dell interns, and Earnest Believers. The former wouldn’t read an essay like this so let’s quash them immediately and focus on the latter. more... |
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Make Them Love Your Coffee
My first job after graduation was at an Internet start-up. I don’t have any extravagant stories of in-house masseuses, catered lunches, and multi-million dollar launch parties. more... |
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EndGame
My first job in LA was in the oh-so-glamorous music industry. I hated it. I hated the industry. I hated the attitudes. And most importantly, I hated my job. more... |
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My Pimp Hand is Strong
Once, on a first date with a much younger collegiate counterpart, a conversation about career arose. Nothing special here, typical first date material. more... |
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