Method to my madness

So here I am. Almost 21. 2 years worth of studying under my belt, 4 years of job shadowing and internships and a lifetime of dreams.

Applying for a job is easy. You send your CV along with some sample articles which you wrote way back in college, you click send and wait that painful long wait until someone comes back and says “I’m sorry the position has been filled, we appreciate your efforts and will keep your CV on record for future job openings”
As you can see I’ve received this message way too many times.

Now thanks to the economy and the over spending of the greedy assholes in the world. The only media Mecca in my little town of Cape Town has retrenched 50 percent of their staff, leaving me unemployed and my journalistic abilities dormant in the back of my mind.
Which is why I have chosen to regurgitate it all onto this blog. I don’t care if no one reads it. It would be great if someone would. Maybe there is a society of journalists out there who feel the exact same. Maybe we could all come together and start our own publication. And make our own money.
But for now I’ll settle with this blog.

I will try to share all my thoughts without coming across as an angry, hormonal bitch. If I do, then just accept that I was probably pissed off at the time.
I must warn you though, my thoughts are very random and sometimes they don’t even make sense to me. But just bear with me and accept it.

That’s enough babbling for today. Have a nice day and remember, the devil finds work for idle hands.

Cheers for now!

C