Archive for the ‘career’ Category

Can’t get away fast enough…

I think that in a past life I was some kind of wood nymph or a bit of wind that moves leaves about and messes up your hair. No. I’m not getting corny on you. I’m just trying to come to grips with the fact I can’t seem to be content in the same spot for very long. Or at least the same spot that isn’t offering much in line of, well — life…

Ever see that movie Chocolat? I kind of feel like that. Like I need to keep moving…

With new developments at work, my life and the fact that I’m always wanting to see and learn more, I’ve pondered a few potential places of relocation. Because of it, I’ve not been a very good blog friend and need to catch up on all my reading here. I’ve been quite busy on journalismjobs.com. First pondered move? Alaska. That’s right. All I can keep thinking about is the beautiful scenery of Juneau. The photographic possibilities are ENDLESS…

There are other places too. I’ve received some interest per email and will let you know what turns up. What may turn up is nothing. And I stay here in the scenery flat tumbleweed of Texas. But I’m still seeking everything out like some kind of driftwood who has had just about enough of her share of being banged up against all the currents. 

I know life isn’t smooth anywhere you go. But if that’s the case, I at least want to be doing my not-so-smooth life somewhere with potential beyond the newest bottle service, overly priced martini lounge.

I own what is considered the worst job of this century…

Did any of you read this?  I happened upon it searching out opinions on journalism….

[from Forbes.com]

Another endangered species: journalists. Despite the proliferation of media outlets, newspapers, where the bulk of U.S. reporters work, will cut costs and jobs as the Internet replaces print. While current events will always need to be covered (we hope), the number of reporting positions is expected to grow by just 5% in the coming decade, the Labor Department says. Most jobs will be in small (read: low-paying) markets.

If I didn’t feel obsolete before, that pretty much did it. Yet I’m still craving this career that will never pay well, never be the same and never get the respect it used to deserve. This really isn’t news. I know that my career is threatened by so much right now. And it’s dying a slow death. I knew that after college. But still. I try to hope…

I emailed the Forbes snippet to my father to which he wrote something very poignant.

Well you have first hand knowledge of that. People are
more interested in Brittney Spears than real news. The
schools are turning out kids who just want to do
things that are fun. And yes the younger generation
wants to read only what appears on their computer or
their iPhone.

So what now? Teach?

Ever feel like…

someone has stolen your thunder? I feel that way constantly at work. What should I do?

All of you know I’m not quiet. I’m not subdued. I’m not shy. But in this instance I’ve thrown my hands up and kind of decided to do two things.

1.) Start doing something about it. I mean really start and not talk about how I will start. Just take a very gorilla approach. Get creative. And not fear the worst.

2.) Start cranking out those resumes…

It’s just who I am…

Thanks for the suggestions of a new name everyone. I’d like to still see them coming because they are quite amusing.

i-used-to-care-magnet-c11750010.jpegI guess when I started blogging over here I thought it best to use a handle of some kind. It was first, Janus_Gate. But I soon found that this particular Roman god of gates and doorways, and who happens to share space on my back as a well-placed tattoo, was quite a popular a name. Then it was Arm Jerker J. I might have come up with that one while sipping some sake. It stuck around longer. And I thought it was catchy. But I got tired of it and people were still confused by it!

I thought it best to try to be anonymous on here but as many have done already, you can find me around Google anyway. I guess I was scared. I’ll admit it. Would my job find out and tell me to tear this down? Would they be mad at my bluntness? Notice I said mad. Not surprised. I’m about the same in person as I am on here. Very blunt. Too open. Too honest. And if they did fire me, I’ve heard time and time again the tactics potential employers use to find people online to see who they really are before hiring which kind of sucks but is the reality of today’s super-highway drawbacks.

All that said. I’ve just decided to use my real name of Jenice, as Greg seemed to dig as well. It may be the death of me I guess. But I’m tired of fake names and monikers. I like this blog as I hope you do as well, so I’m not ashamed of it. In fact I’m kind of proud of it. Let the chips fall where they may, as the saying goes. But just know, I may be couch-surfing at your house one day if I get canned!

Resolutions: Dumb. I know.

rezolutions.jpgResolutions are kind of silly. I’ll admit that. Why do we insist on making a vow to ourselves to change things that haven’t been going right and decide the best time is at the year’s end and not while the year was happening? I guess it’s all perspective. And for me, this year, I really needed to do it. 2007 kind of hurt. Actually it was like taking a sledgehammer to the head.

2008 is about the best clean slate I could ask for. And even though I suppose it’s pretty generic to post your resolutions on your blog, I need to…just to keep my ass in line.

1. Never watch Beaches again. Reminds me too much of a friend I miss dearly.

2. Stop yelling every time something doesn’t go my way. I have a nasty habit of that and I think that is only appropriate for toddlers and even then…

3. Here’s the most common of all: Lose a total of 30 pounds by next year. Since I’ve already lost five, I’ve got 25 more to go. I wouldn’t mind a few more inches lost, of course, along the way.

4. Keep up calorie-counting. You just never know how much you tuck in until you sit down and write it all on paper.

5. Get over the things I can’t change. That’s a big one.

6. Make myself more available when it comes to sparking new relationships. It’s time I’ve found grown up events and places (i.e. not bars) to frequent to nab me a man…

7. MAKE MORE MONEY: I need to step up to the plate and display my worth a little more. Or else find somewhere else that will appreciate it.

8. Travel. No excuses of money, time or if I can get people to join me. I just NEED TO DO IT.

9. Get my dream lens…at all costs. A new camera won’t hurt either. I’m behind the times.

10. Complain less. That’s a hard one so I have one caveat: Complain less to people in person and get it all out on my blog. This resolution needs like five gold stars next to it.

These are in no particular order but obviously when we write things down, we go in order of what popped in our heads first. So you be the judge. Plus I’m pretty sure I’ve got so many flaws, faults and habits that warrant changing. And goals I need to reach. But I can only do these ten at a time. Or at least I hope.

I didn’t bomb…

Look. I’m smiling…The reception went wonderfully. I couldn’t have ask for a better turn out actually. I saw a few faces I didn’t expect. Didn’t see faces I thought would be there. And was pleasantly surprised that many of my sources showed up. The food was impeccable and so was the wine of course. Someone even bought one of my pieces. Well he asked for one that was already sold. So I have to make him another one. He was so kind to give cold, hard cash-ola.

My assistant is out of town today, but I hope to get some photos up tomorrow from the event. She took a bunch. Dumb me forgot my camera if you can believe it. So did my parents. The art center should be sending some too.

I want to thank all of you for the support. I even have some new conservative friends over at Grizzy Groundswell who promoted my work. Thanks Chad and Micky! It’s nice to know I’ve got buddies on all sides of the political fence. Now if I could just get off the fence and pick a side other than smack dab in the middle …

Well I guess I need to tell you I got pretty tore up Saturday night. That’s why I’m only just now blogging. I’m still sick! Some co-workers and friends joined me for dinner after the reception. Then a few of my friends and my cousin when out to the strip. Which out here is what is considered the gay side of town. Yes. I’m a hag. I’m not ashamed of it. I love my boys.

Anyway because I know a lot of folks out there, I think the pours were pretty heavy. I didn’t even realize I drank that much. Didn’t even mean too, really. The combo of the drag show, dancing and bonding with my cousin whom I haven’t officially hung out with since grade school got me all caught up and before I knew it I was home, sick as a dog. Then sick all Sunday. And still recovering. Can you believe it? I guess I’m getting too old for all that stuff. Thank goodness. I can only handle it once every two months and even that’s too much. Ah. Goodbye party girl. Hello 30.

I should write more…but I’m beat. And I’m due for another countdown update. Good news is ahead. This old mare ain’t what she used to be but she’s slowly a smaller version of what she used to be!

Get me out of here…

Back in the saddle again. The Thanksgiving holiday is gone and I’m back at work.

I’m actually sitting here contemplating what could possibly be listed on journalismjobs.com right now. I’m not really feeling all the poignant at the moment to write anything super stellar. I’ll wait till I get home. But right now I’m sitting back in my little cubicle world, editing, stressing over whether or not one of my employees got her raise or not and if I turned in the paperwork correctly, worrying about the fact that I’ve never seen New York and wondering why it’s 50 degrees in here when it’s about the same temperature outside — I want to get the hell out of here.

Day 43: Flatter but am I thinner?

In the shower this morning I looked down and noticed something…

Before you go all dirty over there, the thing I noticed was my tummy. It looked flatter. However, I’m not noticing (still) a huge difference in my weight or inch-count. But when I sit down I don’t fell as tubby. Maybe progress is happening yet. I’ve started taking coconut oil. Yea, that sounds all granola and stuff but I’ve read up a bit on it and supposedly it helps your thyroid, digestion and metabolism. I’ve even noticed a pep in my step since taking it. So all in all, even if I don’t drop major poundage from it I am at least a little more chipper most days…

I spent Days 41-42 running like a mad woman between running errands, attending community events in my coverage area, cleaning and making deadline. By the end of yesterday, my thighs were aching. So the gym didn’t bask in my presence. I’m hoping to head out there tonight after work but we’ll see.

I’ve got vacation starting Thursday through next Monday so I’m hoping to not only pump up during that time but CATCH up on all the reading I’m missing on here. I’ve been quite neglectful…

Uh oh. I’m shaping young minds!

Yesterday was very serial. So much so that I forwent writing about the city council here or Ellen’s stupid crying about a dog (topics I planned to write about today.) I woke up this morning still thinking about it so I decided to write.

I was asked to speak to a high school in the community I cover. I always get nervous when I’m asked to do these things. Because today’s teens are definitely not yesterday’s teens — they know so much more and don’t tolerate the same things we used to. I also get a little nervous because being that I’m still fumbling along in this industry, even though in a much better role now, so I just can’t help wondering how in the world am I supposed to shape young minds about journalism when I’m still trucking along myself. I’m not a shy person as I’m sure you have guessed but knowing these two things when I’m in front of a classroom gives me the shakes.

Also they had to take notes. So the moment I started talking — I stopped. Then laughed that they had to take notes. Good start so far. Everyone laughed right along. I told of my triumphs and many tribulations — as I believe the teacher had wanted me to. I even revealed that I was a cocktail waitress for a time while freelancing. I gave them the goods. And man the questions they asked! Even the teacher. I tap-danced through some of them because they were along the lines of “what will happen to journalism’s integrity.” Hum…I wanted to have our official bigwig next to me for some of those questions, but I managed and heads nodded and notes were written. As I gave many of my answers I kept thinking, “Is that me saying this?” because they weren’t exactly bad or ridiculously misguided. I think I did alright and a lot of the girls said they liked my outfit, which was the most important thing for me to get right before walking in the room. You know how teen girls can be about fashion!

It just didn’t seem that long ago that I was in their place, sitting there listening to a guest speaker. Very serial and it struck a cord in my heart because I envied them so much. Just to be in that school desk, knowing what I know now would be a gift. I even told them so. I warned them of everything in this industry and the plus of the whole “high” of it. I warned them to take all the classes I didn’t — video editing, page building. I pushed them on internships and the importance of knowing what you have a passion for over the money it can bring. And they seemed entertained and hopefully left with their heads no longer in clouds about how quickly they will be in a significant role in their future careers.

Once upon a very long time ago, I wanted to be a teacher. But as things pushed along (a broken engagement and some hard-knock lessons learned) I wandered down to the basement of my college and filled out the application to be a reporter for the school paper. Addicted ever since except the small moments in which I’m in a classroom. This will sound very sappy so I warn you, but somehow being in that room with bright, eager faces ready to learn, I wonder what I may have missed not being teacher and what kind of one I would have been.

Bitch, please…

I’m not offended by this word. Hell there is even a magazine named bitch.

When I was in high school, I proudly displayed a sticker on my rear window which read Super Bitch with the Superman “S” in the middle.

I will admit it took me a while to take the word in a warm embrace and one day I just said, “alright—when someone says this to me, it’s always when I’m defending myself or when I’ve gone against the grain.” And then I just decided to wear it like a black dress instead of a chip on my shoulder.

But here we go again with a “celebrity” getting in trouble for name-calling. However this time it’s different. This time we are told that it’s OK to call a black chick a bitch if you are a black male but it’s not OK to do it when you are a white guy. Who said this wonderful tidbit? Mr. Isiah Thomas, New York Knicks coach and president. Read what the fuss is about.

For one thing. Like I said. I don’t care about this word. Even if some guy (or girl for that matter) calls me it when I’ve pissed him or her off. However to be told that it all comes down to race on whether or not it’s OK is just crazy. Because by dissecting it down like that, you are telling me that black people can degrade their own but not let the white folks do it.

I would have preferred if he just fessed up to the word just being derogatory, period. And that he was wrong for saying it. Not announce that because this word is so offensive it can only be used by blacks. What are you trying to tell me then? Blacks can be uncouth all they want but whites have to just sit back and use another word more appropriate for their skin? Bitch is bitch in any race or culture. And does Mr. Thomas realize that his statement just makes us [black folks] look foolish?

Race should give the “privilege” of using words that hurt people? Again, if Thomas were to have said, Don’t forget, you f——— bitch, I’m the president of this f——— team,” to me, I would have laughed in his face. The word bitch isn’t harsh enough to shake my spirit but that’s just me. However Thomas’ alleged following statement, “What the f— is your job? What are your job responsibilities, you f——— ho?” would have got him BITCH-slapped because:

A.) The egotist has just questioned my job ability. A big no-no if you know me. I’m a goal-hungry vixen and he would have regretted the moment he said that.

B.) Bitch I’ll answer to; “ho” will get you a loss of your scrotum.

Some ladies may not agree with me saying that bitch isn’t that big of a deal. Even the intent behind it. I just don’t care. But Thomas is a damn fool to think it’s OK to say it only if you are black.