Interactive resume, HO!

So, the past 3-4 days have been chaotic, exciting, entertaining and utterly productive as I created an interactive resume that I could present to the Photojojo team.

I applied for this job. There is no doubt that this is my dream job. And I have been psyched about this for a while now - as those of you close to me have had to "deal with". ;) (I'm sorry - actually, no I'm not! - but thank you for all of your support!)

Yes, this means I would drop everything and move to San Francisco straight away (in my mind, at least). And that, too, makes me giddy. I have longed to be rid of this "small town" and have often spoke of moving to California (Florida and Washington were dually considered). It served me well - MTSU especially - but it is just time to go, and let go.

Although, I know a resume does not mean you automatically get the job, I worked oh-so-diligently and hard on this and, well, I did my damnedest! Now, I just pursue an interview so that I can woo them with this Jamie charm!

I am proud. I am proud of what I've done and, most of all, proud that my closest family and friends are also proud (and supportive). This means more than anything. Hands down.

So, thank you again.

You know who you are.

I love you, guys.

This knot in my stomach? It's yearning.

Wanted: Community Marketing Whiz who Doesn't Act Like a Marketer

Seriously? I want to die.

I read this and wanted to cry, vomit, and soil myself - all at once. This is like my dream job! These guys sound amazing! Why don't I live in California yet? Why? Why?! WHY?!

Let the resume begin.

Have laptop. Will move to Cali. Kthx.

Sit down, don't shut-up, and hold on to your smartphone tight: in a little more than 140 characters.

Hello. I want to talk to you about knowledge.

But not just knowledge: information, technology, and social media. - Does it turn you on? Does it make you restless? Do you shift in your seat? Does your head hurt?

Think about how far we've come. Hieroglyphs. Folk tales. Written text. Codex. Moveable type. Teh interwebz. Search engines. Methodic relevance ranking (Google) in such engines.

We tweet and status update and micro-blog. We inform in 140 characters or less. We're in this fast-paced - blink or you'll miss us - age. It's keep up or gtfo. We spend our whole day reading, thinking, typing, searching, creating, working...

And then sleep.

We close our eyes. We close them quickly and hope to god we fall asleep in just enough time to wake-up, refreshed, so that we can keep on keeping up. This isn't Kansas; we don't dream in technicolor; and the only wizard we're familiar with is our software auto-installer. We dream in CSS and Twitter feeds, Tetris blocks and Farmville crops.

We're fed information - news, spoofs, lolcats, reddits, tweets - all by the ladleful and we love it.

I love it.

The soundtrack of our lives consists of IMs, push notifications, chirping, and the quiet hum of the machines that are our lifeline: our lifeline to all that keeps us up-to-date and savvy. Without the seemingly scary pace - at which this bullet train is pulling us by our teeth - where would we be? Back at the last stop? Heh. I don't know about you...but I have no intent of being stuck at that last station. It smells like old technology. It smells slow and less knowledgeable...less shiny.

So, sit down. Don't shut-up. And hold on to your smartphone tight.

We have a lot of information to share.