This life is just a pastime, and I'm just passing through...
Accepting the terms and service of Blogger, I wonder, who is watching me and wondering again, what the hell is that girl doing over there?
I’m not sure if they know my name, but what I am sure of is they don’t care.
They know that I came from creative, and that I am, their intern. As they all peer over their cubicles at me, I know they are still wondering, why is she here and why doesn’t she ever have any work to do?
I wish I knew. I am not a media buyer. I don’t even really know what one is, but judging by the little I have learned about the job, it’s not something that I would want to do.
So I am starting my blog, finally. My aspirations to write are getting stronger by the day, and when you have eight hours to sit in a cubicle and look busy, maybe this is the way to go.
At least this way I can open up Word and pretend that I am coming up with the world’s best advertising headline for Outdoor Power Equipment.
At the beginning I had so much to do. Working in the creative department, I quickly became enamored with my colleagues and bosses. Friendly, funny, and a little nerdy, they took me in from the very beginning. I loved being the Creative Intern. I got to write copy for ads, write headlines for windows, and play Frisbee at lunch, after intense conversations about ones’ obsession with Battle Star Galactica of course.
Now I am here— the tin can. A converted warehouse filled with cubicles and the background noise of a thousand key strokes a minute.
I spent the better part of the morning trying to find the title for my blog. I poured through some Dylan, the Decemberists. I checked out Ingrid Michaelson, and Say Anything. I decided on Regina Spektor.
Although the song is Happy Hooker, I am satisfied with, “my life is just a melody and chords”. Who can say that their life is much more? Hopefully my life is more than a few simple chords, and a pop melody. I’m striving to make it more interesting than that. But when it’s all said and done, my life could be a lot worse things than a pop song I guess, as long as its not Avril Lavigne.
I will have to contemplate what song’s melody/chord’s I wound identify with my life. This could become a good project, seeing as how I have eight hours a day to think about it.
I am excited for my turkey sandwich, but sadly, that is still over an hour away…
I’m not sure if they know my name, but what I am sure of is they don’t care.
They know that I came from creative, and that I am, their intern. As they all peer over their cubicles at me, I know they are still wondering, why is she here and why doesn’t she ever have any work to do?
I wish I knew. I am not a media buyer. I don’t even really know what one is, but judging by the little I have learned about the job, it’s not something that I would want to do.
So I am starting my blog, finally. My aspirations to write are getting stronger by the day, and when you have eight hours to sit in a cubicle and look busy, maybe this is the way to go.
At least this way I can open up Word and pretend that I am coming up with the world’s best advertising headline for Outdoor Power Equipment.
At the beginning I had so much to do. Working in the creative department, I quickly became enamored with my colleagues and bosses. Friendly, funny, and a little nerdy, they took me in from the very beginning. I loved being the Creative Intern. I got to write copy for ads, write headlines for windows, and play Frisbee at lunch, after intense conversations about ones’ obsession with Battle Star Galactica of course.
Now I am here— the tin can. A converted warehouse filled with cubicles and the background noise of a thousand key strokes a minute.
I spent the better part of the morning trying to find the title for my blog. I poured through some Dylan, the Decemberists. I checked out Ingrid Michaelson, and Say Anything. I decided on Regina Spektor.
Although the song is Happy Hooker, I am satisfied with, “my life is just a melody and chords”. Who can say that their life is much more? Hopefully my life is more than a few simple chords, and a pop melody. I’m striving to make it more interesting than that. But when it’s all said and done, my life could be a lot worse things than a pop song I guess, as long as its not Avril Lavigne.
I will have to contemplate what song’s melody/chord’s I wound identify with my life. This could become a good project, seeing as how I have eight hours a day to think about it.
I am excited for my turkey sandwich, but sadly, that is still over an hour away…
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