Broken Promises

I know, I know, I promised to have the second part of Guerrilla Marketing for Job Hunters 2.0 reviewed by now. But I have a really fantastic excuse. I've been representing these people and these guys, and I've been swamped. I've found that crafting material to pitch to a reporter is much different than being a reporter. I even brought my AP Stylebook to work one day because I thought it'd make my desk more homey. I tried to get my boss to invest in a crackly, ancient police scanner to complete the ambiance, but no dice.
Don't fret: the next part of the Guerrilla Marketing review shall be completed soon. Another teaser: I'm also working on the first draft for my SEPTA narrative. Just in time for all the fare changes! But unlike SEPTA, I'll actually deliver on my promises before the decade is out.

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  1. AnonymousMarch 31, 2011 at 9:39 AM

    I anxiously await your SEPTA narrative. Mostly because all I know about SEPTA I learned from your facebook page.

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