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What happened to blogging?: Part II

I admire folks like Laurie Kendrick…and Mike over at Aye Wonder.

Keeping up a blog isn’t easy. I think I just created too many and got overwhelmed. Then I guess I just forgot about them. I don’t think it was an overnight thing…just slowly but surely I just stopped.

I’m never at a loss for words. But I’m finding it odd that something I went after for about three years could just stop being a part of my weekly process. Somewhere in there work got in the way I’m sure, but it doesn’t take a lot to post something here, does it?

I look at the blog I used to have here and it makes me a little teary. I met so many interesting people. I laughed, sympathized, made a few friends, cried…became inspired. Now I’m left wondering whether or not to close this one up and start anew. Although since I have dropped off on writing, I don’t think I have many readers left anyway.

I’m thinking about Tumblr and Posterous. Maybe those are more my speed for now. In that span of three  years I’ve gone through illness, job descriptions changes and spiritual awakenings. A lot of which I’ve shared here. I don’t really know now where I’m headed, with this blog or in general. But 2010 has me inspired again and I want to continue writing. One place or another…

Just retire already…

It’s just a small room with two windows facing out to office cubicles. It has a door with lock on it. It’s nothing special and quite plain. But there is a desk or two and plenty of cabinet space. I look into this little room every day. Even when the door is shut and the occupant isn’t even there, I peek in, I dream, I ponder. It’s just an office. A tiny room with the ability to shut off from the rest of the world. With the ability to give me privacy. But it’s not mine. Nor will it ever be while this occupant refuses to give it up. Or retire.

He’s a fixture here. He didn’t aways have an office. And unlike me, he’s not in management. He’s an older gentleman and has worked here for a while until they gave him a new beat. The previous occupant of this room I speak of was his boss. And since everything had changed, this guy was never here but SOMEHOW got the little room I have been coveting by default or just plain Good Old Boy system. Technically it was supposed to go to me. I’m in management, like I said before. He has the office based on wacko principal. Why does he deserve it? He’s older than me I guess. And he’s worked here longer. But I guarantee you I work more in one damn day than he does in a week. I have direct reports that I often need to speak to privately so how do I do it? Well when the conference room is occupied, I go outside.

“Hey so and so! You’ve got a raise!” (insert sound of cars going by.)

It really sucks and yes I’m bitching about it because it’s tough to do my job in a cube next to my team. I have to respond in riddles when the boss calls.

For more than the most part, the current occupant of said office sits in there and reads the damn paper. Drinks his coffee and passes out the mail. Making sure to rub it in to me by throwing lots more mail (that doesn’t even belong to me) on my already crowded cube. He doesn’t need that office. He can do that shit on his own time…on his couch.

The writers strike has me in bed early…

I miss you already, Jimmy…Say it ain’t so, Jimmy. Say it ain’t so that you don’t write your OWN jokes and skits?

I can’t believe that I now have to skip my nightly dose of Jimmy Kimmel just because some writers want more money from the sales of DVDs. Shit, I want more money too. But I guess I can’t really afford the markers, poster board and extra cups of coffee to sustain a strike in our department.

It must be nice to have so much power on the world right now. Those writers have managed to halt the all-mighty Desperate Housewives as well. Eva even brought pizza! Boy those writers really have it so bad…

OK, OK. I can go along with this to a point. I understand the feeling of being unappreciated. And I know big-time producers pretty much squander the money earned from great writing. I understand it can get kind of “unfair” when the money from DVD sales isn’t thrown at those who made all our favorite movies and television seasons possible. But what irritates me is that I just don’t think these writers were hurting in the first place. They have what many of us scribblers would call “The Dream Job.” And maybe it kind of sucks to be the bearer of such merriment and not get the dinero for the hard work. However can’t we all say that about our “everyday” careers?

BLAH!It isn’t that I think these guys don’t deserve a little more dough. Everyone could use a few extra quarters in their purse, but I guess I’m just a little bitter. Jimmy is one of those guys that you don’t really want to admit having a crush on because they are so dopey, but just can’t help it because they are so funny and smart. My kind of man. Now he’s all rerun-y and I’m all teary. I haven’t been this depressed since I realized he and Sarah Silverman were a duo. What a waste of a good guy.

Just give the damn writers what they want. I know it’s “hard” but try to pry a few millions out of your already very heavy wallet, O powers that be. I need my Jimmy fix. I can live without DH.