My First Blog (not on myspace)

Soooooo, I guess my mom was wrong. If all my friends jumped off a bridge I think I would, too. Ok, so all my friends didn't jump off a bridge. Only the cool ones did, and by "jump of a bridge" I mean "start a blog". It's basically the same thing, right? I mean, jumping off a bridge could be fun if you had the proper landing gear and/or harnesses, but it could also end very, VERY badly. When I worked for the pr firm from hell, I remember a story coming out in US Weekly or something and turning into a book or something about the bosses at the pr firm from hell. The was about a blog written by a former employee of said hell firm who moved on up (and outta hell) to become an assistant ass-kisser, I mean editor, at some fashion magazine. She spent most of her blogging time exposing the atrocities in Darfur, I mean the pr firm, and how horrid the bosses are, the bribing of beauty and fashion editors with lavish gifts such as $800 baby-skin robes and $1000 bags made of panda eyelashes, etc. Well, once her identity was exposed, she lost her job at the fashion magazine and probably couldn't find a job at an e-zine in Brooklyn, let alone back in the fashion magazine world and now probably works for the Flint (Michigan) Free Press. Girl DOES have some writing skills, so I'm glad they are being put to good use.

Anyway, my point is, creating a blog and jumping off a bridge could be equally dangerous, however I'm gonna do it anyway. "Selling Air" will feature periodic gems about working for one of the largest corporations in America, and probably boys and lipstick and celebrities, too. That's it for now, as I've already spent 45 minutes on the clock at Mega Corps creating this blog. Enjoy!