It’s finally fall here in South Florida.
OK, it’s not really because it’s still going to be rainy, but there have been a few occasions where I’ve had to put the heat on to get the chill out of the house and that counts as “fall-like” in my book.
It’s also the downward slope of the recruiting cycle in the semester. Students are in second or third interviews with firms, several are getting offers for full time jobs and upcoming internships. All is good.
I’ve managed to keep myself pretty busy the past few weeks. I know that I’ve been neglecting my writing, I purposely stayed away.
I hit a personal milestone this year that was causing me quite a bit of internal grief. That coupled with the challenges of life left me with one serious case of bloggers block. Granted, I don’t write this blog for shameless self promotion (well, not all the time) I write because someone needs to be the idealistic tortured intellectual soul of the HR thought leaders.
It’s a self imposed position that I take very seriously.
I mean, c’mon who’s soul here wouldn’t be tortured when you overhear aspiring HR peeps reply that they “Like People” when asked why they wanted to get into human resources?
Come to think of it, I’ve never taken myself that seriously…
I did manage to get my head out of my rear end finally, so that means that I’ll be back to a more regular schedule. Have a few ideas that need some flushing out, have a few more calls to make, a few random peeps to just chat with and say hello, and I need to get through the end of the month.
In case you were wondering, the short answer is no, I didn’t fall off the deep end. I was in the background reading, taking notes, and wondering just what in the hell others were thinking when they pushed publish. I read stuff that I agreed with, disagreed with, and stuff that I couldn’t believe that I wasted my time reading.
So my iPod’s loaded up with all the moody tunes I need to reach deep into my tortured intellect, the humidor has been loaded up with a new batch of cigars, and I think I can managed to write some relevant stuff.
Either that or I’m going to just let the two year old randomly pound the keyboard.
Not only will my soul be tortured, but others as well… and that’s how the Maddies likes it!
