I was going to put it in days (456). Then I thought hours (10,944). But minutes seemed the most relatable.
Unless, of course, you measure things in cups of coffee, sunsets, or love.
Before I get back to posting on things MORE of relevance than what I've been up to in these many days, I'm going to go through a brief recap of what I've been up to in these many days. Not as much for the 2.36 people that are reading this, but more for my own personal posterity purposes.
After all, alliteration aides any ailment.
Yes, that just happened.
ANYwhositwhatsitmovingrightalong...
Shortly after the last post, my creative director decided he didn't want to have a boutique agency any more. He didn't as much TELL me this, as I figured it out when I became the point man for all client meetings and relations. I didn't have a problem with this, mind you. I love taking on all aspects of agency work. But it definitely made me realize I needed to be looking elsewhere for continued employment. That said, I didn't want to stay in Texas anymore. So I started looking at agencies across the country, focusing largely on Portland, the Twin Cities, and Boston (apparently the city that has one main word around which the rest of their vocabulary is oriented).
While each of these cities offered a lot of things I wanted (northern climate, bike culture, good advertising agencies), something that happened in June on a trip to Saint Paul helped narrow the focus to the place that produced Owl City, Bob Dylan, and the makers of these fanTAStic films.
That something was of a more personal nature.
You know, having to do with a girl.
And asking her pastor and mother permission to pursue her in courtship.
Yes, I do things in the old-fashioned, respect-driven type of way.
So, focus narrowed, started getting interviews lined up, and ended up moving at the end of August. She came down to The Pass of the North, and helped me drive all my belongings in a truck 10 feet bigger than I needed with my car in-tow, nearly 1,700 miles in a generally vertical pattern.
Yes, Chuck, we drove to the TOP of the country.
Shortly thereafter, I was working with 7 different recruiters, and had interviews at loads of places. Ended up taking a Senior Copywriter position that wasn't QUITE the right fit for a variety of reasons on both sides of the table. And have since been doing freelance for a couple brands you might have heard of (ahem, 1 & 2) and a few more that are local favorites up here (Kowalski's most notably). Have had more interviews at agencies big and small, but nothing landed just yet. After the first not-so-good fit, I'm taking time to make sure where I land next is more like a driving glove and less like a pairing of a catcher's mit to an elephant tail.
As it turned out, I spent more time posting via Facebook and Twitter, ever PLANNING on posting here. While that hasn't been happening, here are some of the top things from those other content sharing outlets:
:Perspective:
Soccer injury.
:Parody:
:Collaboration of genius:
:Hilarity:
Twitter Quotes:
"Getting even has never healed a single person." –Eva Mozes Kor
"Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic, and fear which is inherent in a human condition." -Graham Greene
"I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request." –Cpt. Barbosa
"To be upset about what you don't have is to waste what you do have."
Now that I have a more firmed up schedule and outline, posts should be coming with fair regularity. So, keep those 4.52 eyes peeled.
Ouch.
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