January 12, 2010

My resume. Me and him decided to take some time off after holding hands and skipping down the aisle of rejection and neglect for the past year looking for that perfect job...or excuse me...A job in this dismal economy. Once I locked something down, I put him away for a better day, let him collect a little healthy dust. Whelp folks, it is about that time to dust the guy off and spruce him up a little with all my new found "glory."

Here is the thing though, I have no idea how to translate what I do into words. When people ask me what I do, I legit do not know what to say. I used to laugh at those stupid girls when asked what their father's did and how they would twirl their hair and be like, "I don't know...something in construction?" I would say to myself, "How the fuck don't you know what you father does," but now I don't know what I do...which therefore makes me a tool.

I digress though...I have all this fabulous knowledge in the advertising/marketing world, do about a million and five things a day, and need to be able to translate that into some sort of super sonic glory that will make the "big-wigs" in NYC drool and what me in and or around their company.