This ‘day job’ I have is ludicrous. Basically what happens is I start my day doing normal things, having normal conversations, thinking normal thoughts (or even extraordinary — it doesn’t matter, as long as they’re mine), and then it all comes to a halt when I make the call.
We start talking about going to the Moon and selling deadbeat banner ads to companies in an amateur-looking-read-by-no-more-than-50-people-worldwide web publication. How we’re getting support from people who are polite enough to give us attention but not assertive enough to tell us this is a big joke.
Then I look at myself and ask: what the hell am I doing with myself? All this for money? Isn’t there a more dynamic dignified way to make money? Is it really that hard?
Like being at the zoo with my family and having to cut out to a corner Starbucks to have these conversations…