Unless you’re intended to be a PR spokesman or public facing figure or something, this seems like a violation. An intrusion on who you are outside working hours. All I will say is if you take the, save what you can and get out of there in a few years. Buy a car wash or something. We shouldn’t have to go though this just to make a living.
Take the job, Danno. Ideals are cheap...they vanish into nothingness in the twink of an eye. The world is progressively (word play intended) going to hell in a terminal graveyard spiral and you're going to die soon enough, so get out there with all the rest of the zombies and steal, maim, and act despicably while you still have the option. At the end of your life (whenever it occurs), you realise that nothing really matters anyway, so why sweat it? If you're unfortunate enough to live to a ripe old age, you'll inevitably realise that money matters...whether it's good for our immortal soul or not. Meanwhile, read some Nietzsche and some Schopenhauer. It'll help cauterise the mounds. With all best wishes...someone who's been there, done that. -K2
1. why the fuck would you tell them (this sounds like unconscious self-sabotage)
2. take the job, delete the blog, and start an new one in which you're recognizable enough but for which you have plausible deniability (i.e. them not being able to prove it's you)
Unless you’re intended to be a PR spokesman or public facing figure or something, this seems like a violation. An intrusion on who you are outside working hours. All I will say is if you take the, save what you can and get out of there in a few years. Buy a car wash or something. We shouldn’t have to go though this just to make a living.
Take the job, Danno. Ideals are cheap...they vanish into nothingness in the twink of an eye. The world is progressively (word play intended) going to hell in a terminal graveyard spiral and you're going to die soon enough, so get out there with all the rest of the zombies and steal, maim, and act despicably while you still have the option. At the end of your life (whenever it occurs), you realise that nothing really matters anyway, so why sweat it? If you're unfortunate enough to live to a ripe old age, you'll inevitably realise that money matters...whether it's good for our immortal soul or not. Meanwhile, read some Nietzsche and some Schopenhauer. It'll help cauterise the mounds. With all best wishes...someone who's been there, done that. -K2
Holy metaphor
Say it ain’t so, Danny Li.
1. why the fuck would you tell them (this sounds like unconscious self-sabotage)
2. take the job, delete the blog, and start an new one in which you're recognizable enough but for which you have plausible deniability (i.e. them not being able to prove it's you)