Archive for May, 2008

INTERNET MARKETING

Tuesday, May 20th, 2008

There are all kinds of advertising jobs you can get. You might work with a Chicago SEO company and get into Internet marketing. You might end up as a copywriter for a big time ad agency downtown. You could write commercials out in Hollywood for soap. Or you could do what I ended up doing. I stood out on the street dressed up in a stupid cat outfit, holding a sign that advertised “Bobcat’s Car Wash.” It was just as bad as you would think. People threw trash at me from their cars or tried to run over my foot. I stood out there in the hot sun all day long and only had a couple of five-minute water breaks. I did this for three weeks and got paid minimum wage. Yes, I was a desperately poor college student. And, yes, at the end of those three weeks, I was ready to stab everyone in sight. I didn’t even have a knife or anything sharp at hand. I thought I could people with the air. That’s how bad I had gotten. The worst was still to come because I needed a job the next summer and that experience qualified me to dress up as a giant lumberjack squirrel at a local amusement park.

MY ATTORNEY

Thursday, May 1st, 2008

I finally got in to talk with my attorney in Austin Chapter 13 is what she thought I should do. I wasn’t so sure, but I wasn’t an expert in any kind of filing. I did some research on various filing situations, and it turns out that there are actually a couple of different ways to go. None of them are good, however. I went home and began to wonder if there were some way I could avoid it all. Instead of getting the paper work in order, I decided to do something I hadn’t done in years: go fishing. I decided to take a couple of days and go home and just go fishing and think this whole thing through. I got in the car and started driving north. It was a full day before I got back home. I drove off the interstate and down the two lane, then up the road into town. I hadn’t been home in over 10 years, at least. When I pulled into town the first person to greet me was old Charlie Watson. He was old 10 years ago, old 20 years ago, and old 30 years ago. But he didn’t look any different.