I like to make up words. I don’t have perfect grammar. I can’t always punctuate well, and sometimes I just don’t feel like using the shift key. You know what though? That is my prerogative. My voice here in my little corner of the internets, is my own.
Yesterday, I got a lovely comment on this post that says:
” Well. You either want sympathy or you want constructive advice.
If your blog is any indication of your writing skills, DO have someone go over your application materials to check for grammar at the very least. You make quite a few errors, and while I realize that blogging is a bit more informal than applying for jobs (although an argument could be made that good writing is good writing at all times) — one should know the proper usage of “it’s” vs “its.” In a competitive job market, sloppy errors like that scream, “I’m not competent!”
Perhaps your lack of focus is coming through. You yourself admit you don’t know what you want to be when you grow up. Once you graduate from college and enter the “real” employment market, you get hired to work, not to “find yourself.” What employer wants to give a good position with responsibility, growth potential, and a generous salary to someone who might flit off to something else in six months? It just isn’t a very good investment.
Your seeming sense of privilege might also be communicating itself to potential employers. People do start at the bottom and do work their way up; complaining and whining about how superior you are to the job you’ve taken and your co-workers is not a way to get ahead. No boss wants that kind of stress in the office.
One hopes your potential employers aren’t aware of this blog. It can’t help.”
They then added:
“AND –
“WHO SENDS EMAILS THAT EARLY!?!?! HONESTLY!”
Um… the people who have the kinds of jobs you’d like to have.
Secretaries and receptionists start work at 9:00; people with power and responsibility have already been at work for hours by then.
You certainly aren’t going to get ahead if you think there is something wrong with sending work-related emails at 7:51 in the morning. “
Now…I already commented to fiancé about everything written.
First of all, I don’t consider myself “over-privileged.” I like most people, have worked very hard to get where I am. Having a crisis in career options after college? Not uncommon. Sorry if I realized after the fact that politics is just a little too cut throat for me as I’m not the self-promoting type like David All for instance, who are willing to throw themselves out there to get ahead regardless of how much of an ass hole they look like. That’s not my style. Me? I just want to write and not get caught up in the ass-kissing mumbo-jumbo of it all. I’ve been to a convention, I’ve campaigned in New Hampshire in sub zero temperatures, and I have my beliefs that I hold onto tightly. But the scene? Just isn’t for me.
Secondly, it’s my blog. My writing may not be perfect, but this is also the basis of my fear of sharing writing with others. I am more self critical of myself than any one person could possibly be. If that makes any sense. If I don’t feel like capitalizing my “i”‘s then I won’t. If I don’t feel like using spell check, then damnit, I won’t. So what I’m an ellipse loving, comma happy, mediocre writer. I like my comma’s, my uncapitalized letters and my ellipses. So suck it. Additionally, no one forces anyone to read a blog – don’t like it? Don’t read it…right? Right.
Thirdly, I have worked my way up. I held various internships during college, yes I even fetched coffee from Starbucks at the bottom of Beacon Hill when I interned in the State Senate. I’ve been an administrative/research assistant for the past year so believe me, I’ve been working my way up for quite some time now and I’m not expecting a CEO position tomorrow but you know, it would be nice to feel…dare I say, challenged in my work. My parents? Don’t give me anything. Me? I pay for my 100K+ in student loan debt every month. And the shitty wages in DC for entry/mid level people like moi? Doesn’t help much. So calling me over privileged is like naming a hippy a poster child of cleanliness. Sorry, both of those things are WRONG.
As far as potential employers go, I make certain on a regular basis that I am not google-able. By googling my first and last name you can not find this blog until page 16. Nothing comes up from me (some articles I’ve written for Blast Magazine during the Primary Campaign) until page 4 of a google search. Now if you google Legallyheidi? Sure I’m the first hit (it also asks if you were looking for “legal aid” har har har) but for potential employers to find me? Pretty unlikely.
Finally, “ You certainly aren’t going to get ahead if you think there is something wrong with sending work-related emails at 7:51 in the morning.” I’ve gotten work emails that early. But rejection emails? Most that are kind enough to even send something, at least wait until 9am. I never said it was wrong, just surprising.
Now, Mr. I-use-a-fake-email-to-comment, I know your IP address (75.35.97.197) I also know you’re from Waterbury, CT and that you like to use a fake name and non-functional email to leave nasty comments on my fiancé’s blog as well. Now why the hell, would you be so cowardly to use a fake email? Do you think I’m really so stupid that I won’t look up your IP? Did you think I wouldn’t put two and two together?
How about this, how about you leave me and my fiancé alone and go back to living in your trashy little town with nothing better to do but hate on blogs just because they don’t agree with you politically. Honestly, you can accuse me of being over privileged and immature but you? You kind of take the cake… jerkoff.
Later: I will show more pictures of wedding gowns that I tried on with Liz, how David’s Bridal doesn’t suck as bad as I thought, and how I changed my color scheme. 
