Necessary Resources
For the past three weeks I've been working at this car dealership, I've been trying to establish my position and my responsibilities. I knew from the beginning I was going to be the only person working on the website and social media presence. I knew I would have some graphic manipulation responsibilities and that I would need to handle all of the people pitching new software or services to us (if I get one more call from someone trying to sell me SEO, I'm going to unplug the phone). I guess I'm trying to say that I knew I was coming into a company with no social awareness and into a position that was ill-defined. What I didn't realize was that I was stepping into a black hole. A giant void where all of my resources should have been.
Hey! I remember you.
Holy hell, I'm writing something here. It's kind of hard to believe that, really. A lot has changed since my last post which was in....umm... May 2010. New marriage, new job, new issues. Okay, not so much the last one. My issues are pretty much the same as they were 11 months ago: not enough time, not enough money. Maybe it's because I'm a product of a capitalist society, but what I have never feels like enough.
You may not know me well enough to know this, but I love cars. Not necessarily the way most people do - I'm not too concerned about horsepower or torque, cc's or cornering. What I care about is features.
I Feel For You, Mr. Garfunkel
So I was reading over an old blog post by one of my favorite bloggers, Lisa Barone of Outspoken Media (if you're at all interested in social media and SEO and don't already read their blog, then you are really missing out). The post is "Bringing Your Voice to Your Blog" and despite being enlightening, it wasn't all that relevant to me in the past. Now that I'm bumbling through my own blog however, it really struck a chord.
I'm really, really trying to find my voice.
Al
Day number two of my free writing project. Not that my goal is to write everyday. Wait...maybe it should be. The only problem with writing every day is that what will come out will be either garbage, or things that I shouldn't say to the world. Let's do this.
Dammit, now I can't think of anything to write about.
Okay... Hm...
Thank You, Ms. Windbag…
27 days or 648 hours or 38,880 minutes.
A month. Well, almost.
I started this blog with every intention of writing. I convinced myself: Sure, I'll write posts. Sure, I'll keep this from being a waste of money. Just like I did with all those journals and diaries I bought as a kid. Y'know the ones. The ones that are about 1/4 filled? Yeah, those.
Hello World!
So if anyone is reading this, which they probably aren't, they're probably wondering why I started a blog. Hell, *I'm* wondering why I started a blog.
Yeah, cause it's not like you have a life.
Ouch.
I guess I felt that a vanity blog was the perfect thing to stroke my ego. Oh, and to keep me relatively sane. It's not like I have anything really interesting to write about or have a humorous biting wit. Or specialized knowledge. Or skills. Or writing talent.
What I am is a woman with a typical life. What I do is experience it. From planning my upcoming wedding, to going into work every day - I lead a pretty normal life and this will be an account of it.
No story, no moral, just me. Plain and simple, cause that's what I am.
And I love it.