seannelson

This is my first journal entry in quite some time. I accepted a job writing real estate ads for TV. I trained for two weeks in my hometown of Klamath Falls. Then I moved to Portland, a much larger city in our state. I arranged to stay for nearly free at the home of my dad's best college friend, Rich. I would get up early in the morning and walk about 1 1/2 miles. Then I would take a long bus ride downtown. At the job, I would write these narrow-minded real estate ads. Now and again, there was an opportunity for creativity, sometimes cynical but sometimes genuine. There were some factors that displeased me about the job; they often expected me to work over 8 hours a day. Perhaps worst of all, they had me voicing half of my own scripts. Admittedly, I originally volunteered to do this out of vanity. But the way I speak is far from enunciated and it soon became an unwanted responsibility, one which I couldn't withdraw from. So I quit the job; I simply walked out at my lunch hour. Some of the people at the job were decent people and this left them in the lurch.

To start with, any reader looking to be entertained, please look elsewhere. Secondly, I do not condone and will never commit any act of violence...