Showing posts with label confidence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confidence. Show all posts

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Dear Sunday:

Thank you for your interest but, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. In other words, I don't have time nor do I care what you want from me. And I am too wrapped up in my own selfish age old needs to give a insanely driven, committed and potentially valuable team player like you an opportunity. I would rather sit here in my big cushy corner office and click and delete every email that comes from great women like you--who might actually think of me as a mentor. My how I love this country. As long as I stay white and old...I am good to go!

Oh how I love the world of technology. Our fabulous information highway has made it possible for people to crush one another without even muttering an actual word. The past few days I have received three different rejection emails. Two were from big PR companies I was attempting to work for and the final was from an online magazine I pulled my hair out to produce a ridiculous "How To" article that in my opinion was better than anything I have seen on their site. And no I am not being biased...it was too well written.

Ironically, I am surprised that I received any correspondence whatsoever. My point with this is how easy it has become for anyone to just squash another in a matter of seconds. Think about it---you can send an email that is of grave importance to you and within a matter of seconds the recipient can come back with a complete and utter shut down of your dreams or aspirations. Crazy.......

I think companies should be required to meet with every individual that has enough interest to even want to work for them. I am not saying that every Tom, Dick, and Rita that thinks they have a shot should be cordially invited to sit with the CEO, but if someone is qualified, educated, and aggressive enough to pursue you--then they should be able to pitch their intent face to face.

If I was a big gun at one of these firms--I would be curious about potential team players. My thoughts would be, "I wonder if this pain in the ass little shit can be molded and guided to make me more money." Simply rejecting people via email is a loss to our workforce and just another victory for "Old Whitey" as I call him who has sat at the helm far too long.

Am I pissed off that I keep getting rejected---sure am. Will it stop me from continuously pursuing what I know I deserve--no fucking way. What I will do once positioned where I feel I should be is make a valiant effort to let those who took 13 seconds of their lives to tell me no---why they should have taken 15 minutes to tell me yes. I am tired of the old white men ruling the universe....I really mean that.

Friday, October 26, 2007

I am Woman Hear Me----Snore!

What happened to the enthusiatsic, free-spirited, mini skirt wearing, high heeled, I am gonna get laid tonight vixens that we used to be? And don't try and say that you never were this woman because if you weren't then you wouldn't be on this site.

Did someone knock on my door and tell me, "Hey Sun, just wanted to let you know that it is no longer acceptible for you to visually and mentally express yourself as a fierce sexual being." I don't recall that happening, nor do I remember the last time I put on a hot little number and thought, "I am going to turn some heads tonight."

I know the first response to this will be--because we are a bit older now. Who the hell made up that rule? I will tell you---our men and the other woman who are not secure enough in their own relationships to sit next to us in a bar when we are feeling our finest. And shame on me for complying with their inadequecies. I am not suggesting we all dress like two-bit-tramps, but damn ladies, if you got it going on (which you do) why in the hell DON'T WE FLAUNT IT?

I know that every one of you right now is saying: Oh she's crazy, my cellulite is horrible, I am too fat to do that, where am I suppossed to go all dressed up? Answer: I didn't say strut around in your bikini, we can buy clothes that fit right, and go out by yourself if you have to. I am the queen of that one.

Last week I took myself to NY. I spent three days searching for some great designer bargains and looking for...well--me.

What I found was a great Prada purse, some fab boots and small slice of me. The part I speak of that has been rediscovered is: I am and want to be sexy. I thank the beautiful ladies of NY for that. Everywhere I went there were hundreds of confident, beautifully clad women walking around in their thigh-high boots and leggin (all shapes and sizes). Every one of them looked stunning....and no they weren't all fashion models. Many were woman with strollers or simply walking to get their morning fix of Starbucks.

My point with all of this: "It is healthy to feel beautiful." Just because Numnuts doesn't notice anymore--it doesn't mean I don't have to notice anymore. Any thoughts?

If you have a few minutes for a laugh click on this link. She calls herself Charlene. Mindless humor has it's purpose......
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qebuo12efos