In yet another lame attempt in pre-occupying myself on another hot, lazy afternoon, I have decided to apply for jobs in the NBA.
Yep, the NBA. Ze National Basketball Association.
Now I know I’m more likely to get hired as an oversized child in a Combantrin commercial than being called up to become a PR guy for the New Orleans Hornets. But with nothing else to do and with resources dwindling by the day, I might as well shoot for the stars and hope that I get noticed.
Upon seeing the NBA’s careers website, I was floored to see that there are a ton of jobs available. ‘Great’, I thought. I’m going to have better odds of getting hired! As I scrolled down the list of open positions, I realized that I was neither qualified nor had any background experience on 90% of the said openings.
Deflated but not undaunted, I scoured for more openings and landed on a particular job description that piqued my curiosity:
http://nbateamjobs.teamworkonline.com/teamwork/jobs/jobs.cfm/Communications?supcat=166
As I read the job descriptions, my heartbeat started beating faster than I cared to know. This job is perfect for me! I have a place to stay in New Jersey, and that’s only a 15-minute bus ride away, I love sports and the NBA (duh!), and I’m going to be writing about them for a living. The only thing I need to work on is my support for the team - or whatever they're called these days.
But hell, if they give me this opportunity and pay me while doing it, I’m more than willing to elevate them as my SECOND favorite team - elevating them ahead of the New Orleans Saints, Miami Dolphins, the Harlem Globe Subscribers, and Team 'Walang-Iwanan'!
It’s an avenue worth exploring and who knows, right? Even if it's far-fetched to think that the NEW YORK KNICKS will even give me the time of day - with my current state of mind -nothing seems too unbelievable anymore.
In the meantime, while waiting for a response from my soon-to-be-I-hope-second-favorite-professional-sports-team, I’ll keep my fingers crossed, hope they notice me, and see how great an asset I can be to them.
Now, about that Combantrin commercial; are there any casting calls for that?
Friday, August 29, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Four months later
I can’t believe that it’s been four months since I last wrote on this damn blog. It’s funny since I created this for the sole purpose of chronicling my ever-so memorable existence on a more regular basis. But, alas, it only took me three entries to completely forget that it ever existed.
OK, that’s not entirely true. I’ve been meaning to write something on this blog for a long time but for one reason or another – laziness, naturally, being the most prevalent – I never got around to doing it.
When I finally did visit my blog, I realized a couple of things:
1. I can write some serious bullshit.
2. I need to define a consistent style that suits me.
If you notice the introductory message about myself on the left side of the blog, you would think that I commissioned a beatnik-wearing, coffee-drinking dilettante to write that for me. I didn’t. I wrote that. But reading it over and over again made me realize that the intro was sugar-coated with a tad too much emo – which of course, I’m not. This led me to thinking about how completely ridiculous it was to have two different writing styles on my blog. ‘Leave the Light On?’ What the fuck does that mean, anyway? Even my blog handle – http://temporarydestination.blogspot.com/ - sounds so ludicrous now.
From now on, I’m leaving this style of writing to my buddy Migs, or as most of his blog fans know him, WitnessLane. So if you’re looking for highfaluting and thesaurus-worthy entries, visit his site http://witnesslane.blogspot.com. If you’re looking to lose whatever ounce of sanity you have left, I’ll be more than happy to entertain you. Maybe I can even draw a chuckle or two from the amount of sarcasm and lame ass jokes you’ll find in this blog.
And since I can’t change the handle, I’ll leave at as it is to serve as a harsh reminder to the level of pretension I can be capable of.
Now that we’ve gotten that out of my chest, it’s time to let you in on what I’ve been doing for the past four months.
That would be...nothing.
Actually, nothing might be an exaggeration as I’ve actually been busy scoring a few freelance gigs that will surely skyrocket my journalism career to stratospheric levels.
Alright, that was an exaggeration.
But seriously, over the past few months, I’ve actually been pretty busy writing for a number of magazines, one of which will hit newsstands (we don’t actually have those) and bookstores everywhere at the end of the month. While I might get in trouble for divulging too much information on this top secret publication, I’ll settle for the hint that it’s a lifestyle magazine of a prominent sports organization in the Philippines.
Confused? Buy the magazine.
In addition to the aforementioned magazine, I’ve also been able to weasel my way into writing for a travel magazine that, unfortunately is not sold in ‘newsstands and bookstores everywhere’. It can, however, be found on the back pouches of our beloved national airline. So if you’re leaving the country anytime on September, make sure to ride PAL and read my contributing debut for their official in-flight magazine.
You might think that with all the work I’ve been doing, Ninoys would rain down from the heavens and cover me under a pile of crisp, golden bills. I wish that was the case, too. The truth is the only bills that were coming my way were the type that demanded me to pay up for services rendered.
I was bleeding money faster than a Mike Tyson strip joint romp but at least he had money to burn. I, on the other hand, didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t made any stupid purchases yet and most of the things I’ve bought have been food, food and more food. My waistline will attest to that.
So with dwindling resources and an ever-expanding gut, I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t do freelance writing and expect to be a millionaire with a few Pulitzer-caliber articles – not that I’ve had any. Also, I don’t even think they have a category for that.
In any case, as I write this entry - close to four months after my last update - I am desperately considering going back to the workforce. Where I end up, however, remains to be seen.
Rest assured it won’t take me four months to make another update.
OK, that’s not entirely true. I’ve been meaning to write something on this blog for a long time but for one reason or another – laziness, naturally, being the most prevalent – I never got around to doing it.
When I finally did visit my blog, I realized a couple of things:
1. I can write some serious bullshit.
2. I need to define a consistent style that suits me.
If you notice the introductory message about myself on the left side of the blog, you would think that I commissioned a beatnik-wearing, coffee-drinking dilettante to write that for me. I didn’t. I wrote that. But reading it over and over again made me realize that the intro was sugar-coated with a tad too much emo – which of course, I’m not. This led me to thinking about how completely ridiculous it was to have two different writing styles on my blog. ‘Leave the Light On?’ What the fuck does that mean, anyway? Even my blog handle – http://temporarydestination.blogspot.com/ - sounds so ludicrous now.
From now on, I’m leaving this style of writing to my buddy Migs, or as most of his blog fans know him, WitnessLane. So if you’re looking for highfaluting and thesaurus-worthy entries, visit his site http://witnesslane.blogspot.com. If you’re looking to lose whatever ounce of sanity you have left, I’ll be more than happy to entertain you. Maybe I can even draw a chuckle or two from the amount of sarcasm and lame ass jokes you’ll find in this blog.
And since I can’t change the handle, I’ll leave at as it is to serve as a harsh reminder to the level of pretension I can be capable of.
Now that we’ve gotten that out of my chest, it’s time to let you in on what I’ve been doing for the past four months.
That would be...nothing.
Actually, nothing might be an exaggeration as I’ve actually been busy scoring a few freelance gigs that will surely skyrocket my journalism career to stratospheric levels.
Alright, that was an exaggeration.
But seriously, over the past few months, I’ve actually been pretty busy writing for a number of magazines, one of which will hit newsstands (we don’t actually have those) and bookstores everywhere at the end of the month. While I might get in trouble for divulging too much information on this top secret publication, I’ll settle for the hint that it’s a lifestyle magazine of a prominent sports organization in the Philippines.
Confused? Buy the magazine.
In addition to the aforementioned magazine, I’ve also been able to weasel my way into writing for a travel magazine that, unfortunately is not sold in ‘newsstands and bookstores everywhere’. It can, however, be found on the back pouches of our beloved national airline. So if you’re leaving the country anytime on September, make sure to ride PAL and read my contributing debut for their official in-flight magazine.
You might think that with all the work I’ve been doing, Ninoys would rain down from the heavens and cover me under a pile of crisp, golden bills. I wish that was the case, too. The truth is the only bills that were coming my way were the type that demanded me to pay up for services rendered.
I was bleeding money faster than a Mike Tyson strip joint romp but at least he had money to burn. I, on the other hand, didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t made any stupid purchases yet and most of the things I’ve bought have been food, food and more food. My waistline will attest to that.
So with dwindling resources and an ever-expanding gut, I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t do freelance writing and expect to be a millionaire with a few Pulitzer-caliber articles – not that I’ve had any. Also, I don’t even think they have a category for that.
In any case, as I write this entry - close to four months after my last update - I am desperately considering going back to the workforce. Where I end up, however, remains to be seen.
Rest assured it won’t take me four months to make another update.
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