Yes, this is another rambling post about me growing up into my professional self. Sue me..a blog is supposed to be annoyingly self-serving sometimes.
So I was sitting here reading my advertising textbook and I started to freak out about what happens when I actually have to grow up and work in the advertising industry. My ideal (more accurately, safe, not-out-of-the-box) job (as of now) would be working in a small agency back in Pittsburgh. My book references big campaigns and large agencies, mostly in New York. And it scares the shiz out of me. I mean, this is not the life that I want and this book makes me freak out that working at a big place in NYC is the only option. Granted, that was once an aspiration of mine but I pulled my head out of the clouds, or wherever, and realized that unfortunately my life isn’t a Sex and the City spinoff.
As such, I totally resist reading and put off outlining the chapters when I do read. And it’s only the beginning. It just makes me want to take a nap.
Mmkay, that’s enough of that. I’ll be back to my snarky self tomorrow. Stay tuned.