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Bloggy Blog #42

I am the anonymous person who keeps checking your LinkedIn profile

Good Day!
 
   I hope you don't mind my constant, weekly intrusion into your LinkedIn profile, but I just cannot seem to help myself. I do not know if we know each other, or how I even wound up here in the first place, yet here I am. I totally stumbled onto your page, haha! Remember that line?

Anyway, let's talk about whatever our connection may be here. I take note of your extremely vague profession listed under your name there. Is it even a real profession? You list three things, one of which is "consulting." Not even sure what that means, but hey. Seems like you have a lot of stuff going on with your "profession" there. A jack of all trades! And this whole consumer goods field - does it entail something important? Again, I am not sure. Perhaps you are a jack of all trades in a variety of ambiguous fields. This sounds like a very keen skill set to have in today's eclectic marketplace.

I see you list your current profession as "self-employed." Very creative assessment there. Technically, I guess we are all self-employed, working to make our own money and what not. I also see you list one of your prior employers a place that no longer exists. That really stinks. Probably a pain when places ask for references from them. "How would you like a reference from a place that no longer exists?", I bet you ask them. Or maybe the ever-important query of why did you leave this company? "Well, I left because it left me, you, and the rest of us." That would be a solid reply.

It doesn't seem like you list many skills. Do you have anymore skills? Perhaps you could list them. Or perhaps not, if they entail things that probably won't help you in finding work, like a skill of drinking the shit out of coffee, or watching all the college football games every Saturday. Don't list those. Seems like they want job-related skills there. But if you don't have that many, I guess you don't have that many. And that's okay! Nobody's perfect.

In conclusion, I just wanted to make your acquaintance here.  Anonymously. I don't think you should probably know my true identity, if that is okay with you. It's probably not okay with you, as it's not really your choice how I choose to view your profile. It's certainly nothing to be alarmed about. We are friends. Can we be friends? Connections, or whatever they call them on here? I'd like that. But I'd still like to remain anonymous, if only to maintain my strong social media footprint. It might not be a very good look on me to connect with somebody like you. I'm very important, you know. So I guess until we become connections, or friends, or whatever, I hope you don't mind your little alert tab ( a red flag, no less) telling you an anonymous user looked at your profile. Again. It could be me! It probably is me.
 

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