Mock Interview for Videographer

So I've just completed a mock interview in which I cannot honestly give my opinion simply because I do not know what to think. However, my Block Coordinator said she got word that my interview was good, and for that I am pleased.


Now, I am about to write a few poems in preparation for the Wadali Pen Prize Competition.

Love, Bless
Pray for me 

Nostalgia

Today, sitting in a graphic design workshop I became nostalgic remembering the atmosphere in the art room at school.....It just felt so good....my idea didn't flow as well as I would've liked it, but the feeling was....beautiful.

Are You There?

So, a few days ago, as I researched info on how to vlog, and do so successfully I came across an article on vlogging and decided to read it since vlogging is video blogging.

According to the writer of that article, one should engage their blog audience by replying to comments in a few ways, and interact with readers through the writing of entries by asking questions and things of that nature.

Now, I began to wonder, "Do I actually have a "following?" When I say 'following' I do not mean Xandria, an former classmate of mine, and Allyshia, a commenter who makes me feel more human.

When writing blog entries I do not think about the audience per se...I think about it to the extent that...it is hard to explain. The way I see my blog is as me speaking to myself. In other formats of writing, I place myself in an environment, focus on a thought and/or feeling to the point of potency which I require or feel satisfied with. Then, and only then do I write. I hide (that was a typo, but it suits to an extent), guide the piece to the point I desire for it to communicate the exact feeling to the reader.

However, blogging is much different. This entry is being written (was, when you read it) in a conference room during the lunch break of a workshop. I decided on the purpose of the blog: to ask if I do have followers , and for a response. That was on Sunday, or Saturday evening, I think. I attempted to write it quite a few times and was to busy. But this is about as much planning and to be honest, the most I have ever done.

Generally, I am about to explode whether in anger, sadness, ecstasy, and I come here if I am not too busy. Or, it may occur to me that I haven't blogged in a while and that I should....so I do. It may be a sentence or a sizeable bit. That all depends on my emotions and how busy I am.

So...blogging here for me isn't about being famous or having a 'following'. it is about being me, saying exactly what I have on my mind. I do not edit my thoughts, and neither do I for these blog entries.

But...the question is:

Do you read my posts?

Do you read them regularly? Do you come back once in a while considering my entries are far and few between?

If you are returning once again, even it is your second time, why?

And thank you for reading.

Peace, and Blessings

Respect is Mandatory

Life is short.

I am short-temper, and there are a few things which completely tick me off. The issue at hand today is respect. A sure-fire way to anger me is to disrespect me directly, or indirectly (through my belongings).

Presently, I have found myself in a predicament in which my superior seems not to recognize that I exist or require communication, clear or not.

The nature of the job is to prepare for, and organize a weekly session startung 2014. My superior informed me that a meeting had occurred, and that he had a document for me. After seeing him several times without a mention, I reminded him and requested that he sent me a softcopy assuming that it was a hardcopy document. He said okay. A week or two later I informed him that he had not sent the file an image of the info, and asked for the secind time about the plans for the year and specifically for the first week.

The young man takes his time of course as he had ignored my first inquiry of the plans for the year. His reply states that firstly the document is a softcopy, secondly that it includes the plans. The next day as promised he sent the email........finally. It was a topic shedule. I asked if there was a set outline, order for each session: no, had the week's session been planned: no and apparently my assistance would be required.

I writeup a 5-minute speech with possible discussion points and send it off with ideas for additional sections for the year and song choices. I receive a five-line reply of typos, which require thought to be understood, and ambiguiety. This is one day before the session, and the email isn't clear as to whether he will add to it or if I should continue. So as to be clear since I usually misunderstand, I asked someone (who's of better understanding)...zilch.

The day comes, I message him about it.......he responds after sometime.....it was cancelled.

The constant lack of communication whether intiated by either of us, the lack of effort shown is completely disrespectful. I have no intent to continue investing myself, and my time in something in which I am uncomfortable due to the lack of effort by the head.

This is a second 'job' for both of us. So sure you can put it on the back burner, but keep me informed, not floundering. I will not continue the organizing until thusly informed. If the matter does not better itself I will step down. Nobody on earth treats me as less than I am, an empowered woman.