Update - Would this make me a Flip-flopping Turd Polisher? ;)

As you can see, I’ve had more time to Twitter than blog… Hee hee, (note to self: add “Twitter” and “Blog” to list of made up words that started as nouns and have morphed into verbs).

Many things have changed since my first-ever post on this blog… In a nutshell, I’m thinking of changing my initial intention for this infinitely bright and shining dot in the Internet universe. Recent events have led me to think that maybe the purpose of this blog is to offer a sounding off point for creatives everywhere who occasionally feel like Turd Polishers (God knows I do… often).

Maybe this can be a place where we all can come to vent, just to shake off that icky, turdy feeling; remind ourselves that we are more than just turd polishers and let our creative freak flags fly!

Then again, maybe not… Who reads this thing anyway?

Well, in the spirit of venting… here’s a vent from a dear friend of mine who is NOT a Turd Polisher, but really felt like one yesterday…

“First, thanks for your patience with me. I have been totally swamped being the ((insert project name here)) “bitch” for the past several days. I think I could honestly have an awesome career as a Personal Assistant to some immature, asshole movie star. Maybe even Paris Hilton. I am getting good at being the whipping boy. I had to laugh when someone said to me, “Yeah you remind me of Ann Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada”. “Gee um thanks, do you take one sugar or two?” (bent over pouring their coffee)…”

To my friend, I say, “I hear you, buddy” and “You are not the only person I know who feels this way today” and “Wouldn’t it be great if you walked up to TPTB (the powers that be) and told them that you will not save their million-dollar asses any more unless they come to you with a flippin’ PLAN first?!?!”

Then again, you wouldn’t be in the spot you are in if they had actually made a plan before launching into production and dissemination. No, instead you would be doing what you are so amazing at doing… and rolling in the big fat bonus check that would be bestowed upon your amazing self for being so amazing.

Well, for what it’s worth; though you may never read this, I think you are amazing. :)

Ahhh… better altruistic living through venting. Yeah… this will last for maybe another 30 minutes when ~my~ PTB get out of their meeting and say, “Gee Lola, those are some pretty wild ideas you gave us but why should we bother moving towards that direction when we are doing so well the way we do things now.”

Summation on multiple levels: Nothing lasts forever.

Lateron.