
I’ve tried as much as possible not to merge my personal affairs with my blogging one. So far I’ve succeeded. But sometime they tend to converge, especially on twitter [a micro blogging platform]. I’ve contemplated creating another blog for my personal journals, but I’m too lazy for that too. What’s with all this social engagements online? With twitter, facebook and linkedln I think I’ve had enough of social networking sites. I need more offline contacts and I’m not so good when it comes to sharing matters close to the heart online, mine or any other.
In the last few months I’ve realized it easier to make more head way with offline networks than online. Online networks appear larger than they actually are. I’m currently job hunting and most of my offline contacts seems to be working better. That brings me to another issue, Job Interviews. So far I’ve attended a few and some of the questions interviewers ask are just plain pathetic. I’m only asking for a job, its not like I’m at Heaven’s Gate begging to get in. Give me a break Mr. Interviewer and stop playing angel Gabriel or whoever it is at the Gate.
They say you’ve got to admit you have a problem in order to solve it. Mine I think is a career-identity-crisis, if there is any thing like that. These few interviews I’ve been from quite a diverse range of positions, ranging from accounting, project management (NGO) to a business writer. In the name of all wild thought I’ve ever had, I’ve never thought of myself becoming a full time business writer, with the reporting and all. OK, I write here and a few other places, but I’ve never considered my writing to be that much, if not just plain boring rumbles here and there. And my grammar is not the best [as you can see :) ]. But someone somewhere thinks I can make a good writer. Let me wait and see how that goes.
Can someone help me get a career counselor? And how much do they charge to put people like me back on the right path?
Earth quakes happen to be the order of the day for the first two months of 2010. Started with Haiti, now Chile and then? I hope it doesn’t hit Nairobi. Only God knows the state of our buildings. I’m actually considering moving to the suburbs – somewhere like Syokimau (kwa mama-round) or Rongai (kwa Nkoroi). Just somewhere safe. You can’t trust these estate flats so much; some of them were built by shady contractors. A man can be paranoiac, right?
