The thing on my head

In 2005 I was hired as a Team Marketing Developer intern for British American Tobacco Colombia. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this company, BAT is the tobacco company of Lucky Strike and Kool, among other brands. For me, as a recent Marketing and Advertising graduate, it was a lifetime opportunity. Finally, after many jobs on restaurants and sales, I had an open door to a multinational corporation that invests millions of pesos (well dollars really) in marketing and advertising worldwide. My job was "simple": I and two others interns (Andres and Mauricio) will be in charge of expanding the product placement and brand visibility, while helping sales rep to increase sales, in specific city areas. The job was lost in PR and cross-sales with bars and restaurant owners. In other words something like "If you buy our products from our sales rep, that new cooler you need it will be on us (with our brand everywhere, though), you win, we win, everyone wins!".

When I was 14 years old I was ready to start to work. According to Colombian law, I was not allowed to work without my parents' permission. My dad was against that idea, so I have to wait while feeling jealous of my brother Agustin, who is just 2 years older than me, was working at my dad's uncle's electric store during the holidays, making money. As soon I turned 18 I started the job search. After sending a couple of resumes with the blank spaces where my experience should go, I got finally hired at a restaurant. I was a thrill, the time to making my own money and grow independent have finally come! The restaurant, "La Parrilla de Martin", was an Argentinean style steak house just a couple of blocks away from my house and on the same bus route from my college. I set out my schedule: I will work 3 lunches and 2 nights, for a total of 5 shifts a week. 5 shifts a week and the full-time school didn't sound that hard for the 18-year-old me, but in reality, i

It has been a long time since the last time I posted, too long maybe. Write something during December and January was always in my To DO list, but, without realizing it, it moved to the bottom of the list, and finally, I didn't write anything saying "goodbye to 2011" or "hello 2012." Here I'm no back again with this nonsense writing. Promising myself that this year I will write more and will be more proactive about my artistic escapes ( drawing, writing, painting, acting...). Here I'm making a public statement about how this year I will do whatever it takes to reconnect with my muse, which I feel I've lost and miss SO much, because, thanks to her, I feel talented, different and alive. To do so, I came out with this brilliant idea: I have decided that the best way to write is writing, even if now more than before I will write about nothing! (like I'm doing it right now) Dear reader: if in the past you have felt that this blog make