An involved part of my employment, often I have to write personal of myself; these profile biographies I have came to loath as I never know what to compose. Working in an advanced field of twenty-first century technology broad in its unlimited range of new-age social media; each of the personalizations I keep both true and unique. It is my personal belief that the biography section, on a user’s profile, acts to tell the story; I write each of these, to depict the creative, intelligent, and artistic individuality of myself — telling openly who the young woman is behind the username. I spend far too much time, I’m told by many, on these profiles; however, I will sacrifice my time to create my own impression on the Internet. This I do, as a oath I made personally to myself once a twenty-year cycle of abuse was broken; repressed no longer I took oath to be honest, open, transparent, and compleate in thought and opinion — writing my soul out word-for-word like a disease of the conscience. selecting each word to tell my own story.
Currently, at the tender age of twenty-six I am a woman never to be defined by limitations or in a mere few words, but must keep short these profile sections; I am that of a unique, independent free-thinker, open and honest with who I am, well versed in knowledge, compassionate, empathic, witty with a strange sense of humor, family oriented, and a bit extreme; I pride myself on both my remarkable thirst of knowledge and my highly opinionated outlook — prepared for mature respectable debates with those of similar intelligence, holding no hands I state what I feel without remorse or guilt in a mature manner. Many people who know me well state that I am a beautiful creative soul; it is I who has pride in my own self expression — made from the mold of a past life of horror, edited by the dreams and aspirations of the future. However, as s result from a past life of abuse only a select handful of people know Amanda; a trust issue of the past, I am selective in whom I establish friendship bonds with — keeping those near and dear to my heart, thankful for the chance of knowing them …it is that select handful I would gladly risk life and limb for. Knowledge is power, I believe, as I seek that knowledge daily which assists as I battle chronic pain and terminal illness; strongly informed be it beneficial knowledge, awareness in current events globally, an indulgence in pop culture, entertainment and music facts, retained useless knowledge — and, of course, technological knowledge on various points of interest; such as social media. I put the “fun” in dysfunctional, with a smile on my lips of evilness; held down without boundaries; one that be copied but never can I be duplicated — words I often state with truthfulness.
A woman of countless interests, I always lose myself when the posed question is that of listing interest; truthfully I have far to many to note. Currently, I live by pretense of my technological passion; interested in the Internet, journalism, social media, networking, computers, technological devices, mobile devices, applications, gadgets, widgets, software, freeware, open source software, downloads, early technological adoptions, beta testing, surveys, web development, web creative design, CSS, HTML, SEO keywords, messaging devices, communication establishment, Internet browser, forums, Usenet, newsgroups, electronic mail, instant messengers, music, video, art, photo manipulation, photography, personal expression through art, digital art, typography, tools, extensions, advanced use, software updates, new-age trends in technology, and of course technological knowledge, tips, and reviews. My interests, sundry, enter into territory not linked to that of technology; often include traveling extensively, Europe, the diversity of culture, fine wines and meat-less cuisines, self pampering, shopping, expensive tastes, spa retreats and relaxation, human psychology, creative writing, writing powerful poetry, various comforts, education, healthy lifestyles, human anatomy fascinations, sexual tastes, stock investing, maintaining a healthy stock portfolio and knowledge to buy/sell, my collectibles, relationships, journalism, scrap booking, sketching, and being the Amanda you see on the Internet — creativity known as H0llywoodWh0re. I would also like to make note that the above interests are not limited to the words stated; frankly I cannot list from the top of my head all of my interests but only give a base. I am also quite fond of social networks and software, often recommending these to my viewers; a few of these include Twitter, FriendFeed, Digg, Firefox, Firefox “add on” extensions, Vista sidebar gadgets, and a massive list of others — a member of over 140 social networks for my current social media employment.
Terminal illness, it’s only a word; chronic pain only an annoyance I will not be held down by anyone or anything. The first to attend college in my family, due to poverty limitations; I received a full paid grant for a 4.0 maintained grade point average, since primary school. I was a year ahead of most of my peers due to going to college half of a day, my senior year, due to grades and requirement completions. My dream’s registered nursing, my school had the top rated nursing program in the state of Kentucky; I attended and graduated with a minor in human psychology. Diagnosed with my illness in 2004, I could no longer work in the field of nursing; yet attempted as my fond love for working in the morgue and assisting on autopsies wouldn’t allow me to quit — however I had to give up this dream with terminal diagnoses. Never a quitter, I only had one goal in mind journalism and took classes in this career fully through the Internet, at Eastern Kentucky University.
My journalism role started off as any other, as I was picked up by local media; these jobs offered decent pay and the work was that of ‘prove yourself to us’ work. I excelled as I climbed the rungs of the employment ladder in a journalist career, several times appearing on television; never did I falter nor slip but only reached higher levels. My zealous love for journalism couldn’t be contained; on the side I kept blogs and wrote my opinions on technology topics or technology news. Those blogs were picked up my mass mainstream media outlets, who had “heard” my name and gave me exceptional praise for my work. I was offered a number of chances, to make a more solid name for myself through this employment — that would give to me the chance to span the United States and Europe. I accepted, leary at first of my illness; knowing that this job would be more extreme than that of local media with more requirements — I had no self esteem, killed from my abusive childhood, I didn’t think I could make it in this world. To my surprise with the first article, I achieved greatness; rewarded beyond my goals in a working environment that allowed me to travel, at my conveniences to attend media conferences and workshops. My pay doubled, as I made a strong and solid foundation of a name for myself; in the United States, Canada, and Europe — as well as all over the Internet. I will never be caught sleeping and will always strive to educate myself so that I can climb past the top. The oath, I took; never would I give up and never would I fail Amanda — never would I allow a doctor’s diagnoses to interrupt my personal self. Published internationally, I kept climbing; my name kept getting around the community of journalism and media and my achievements piled up. I interviewed, and had connections, with men and women who where once no bodies like I was prior to journalism; these people, like myself, never gave up as they gave birth to their ideas in garages or single apartment rooms — men and woman who have now become “household names” that I have personal connections with, keeping contact with them at random times in the year — these people all offering references for me if I ever needed one, references from Corporate America, I couldn’t believe my accomplishments.
Terminal I may be, but never will I be a victim; and never will I take my place as that of a statistic in a medical journal — my illness will never rule who I am, I’m in control of my future and I will triumph and fight to be a survivor. Never did I expect a relationship, meeting my partner as I researched for a role-playing online game article; Second Life. Each day in fear that I will wake up from the dream I currently life, ensured a future with a man who is the love of my life — like me, he has a exceptional love for technology. I had proven myself, rather quickly, and started to dominate my workings; given the control of subjectivity, research, word limit, and deadlines — as well as the creative voice. It was this creative voice that allowed for my third opportunity; one that I could have never expected in my lifetime — my dreams come true. In August 2009, I was contacted first my electronic mail to set up the time for a phone call; from a company I knew well but never had the guts to apply to. The phone call just about brought me to my knees, I was asked to work in the field of social media, not just as a journalist but in sorts, fieldwork. I was fearful as I didn’t want to “appear” desperate and told them I would give it thought and get back within 24-hours; scared that my voice had already told the story of my amazement. Again, my self-extreme played a factor; could I do this with my knowledge and health or would I fail… I accepted, signed a “formal” contact and a “non disclose agreement” and was subjected to a background check; which I was a told was standard for all employees at present day times. Contacted the next day an appointment was set up for me to meet the team; the team I would be working for consisted of five, highly intelligent and near genius males — I would be the only female and a bit of a newbie as I did not have the knowledge of the field as my five co-workers did; who had all been in the field years. I changed the perception of employment as I undefined the classical definitions; working from home strictly. Each of the five men, my co-workers, also worked from other locations; four in the United States and one in the United Kingdom. This chance, never a day expected; gleeful I gave grace, praise, and thanks to the Lord above, as the truest form of my technological devotion came to me — Social media is not just my work, social media is who I am. Natural curious, during my interview I maintained my professionalism but asked why me; the text I saved as tears were behind wiped from my face, as the man who I now refer to as my boss informed me “ Amanda, we hired you, because of the multitude of recommendations that came with the name you have created with both respect and professionalism for new-age technology means. After researching we agreed we would be at a loss if we didn’t inquire first with you about this opening; knowing we would receive a woman of such benevolence.”
An excelling achiever, not defined by the limits or bounds of illness and disability. Doubling the pay I started out with as a mere journalist; four times the amount from first day I started in my “changed by illness” career path — paid every two weeks, per project, investing half and also donating to charity, this gives me a better hold on finances and my “spoiled ‘glam’ princess” wants — I treat myself well, hence the user name; we only have a single life to live. I vow that I will not suffer a beating, from terminal illness, but will draw my final breath in front of a laptop; clicking away and multitasking.
Successful in a new career path, I have not gave up on those who gave to me the start I obtained to begin my career, and still write for both local and mass media sources; believing that my knowledge would be lost if I distribute that knowledge to a larger audience; I do this by writing through the means of personal accounts — maintaining my privacy on the Internet by keeping my real name, contact information, personal e-mail, and employer private. Attempting to stay as busy as possible, seven days a week, I set aside time for journalism one week and social media the next; working on both on the weekends. I also allot myself time for my pain and illness; with the respect, empathy, and consideration of all bosses who have no problem with extending my deadlines if need-be as they know the professional qualities of writing I do and project work I accomplish on my own. I utilize the insomnia, my illness brings to endudge in work; simply changing life so that my illness rewards instead of defeats myself as a individual. I also accept small type of journalism employment that pay per article, however, I only accept these small jobs from a list of companies I have worked with in the past; or a co-worker has work with. Verification is a must.
Testing out the water, and pulling my options I do NOT do freelance; I respect myself, as a professional journalist, far to much to subject myself for this and I only recommend freelance to those with stable employment that write only as a hobby — as this is a pay-per-view endeavor that yields .01 to .8 cents per view. A great deal of scams are involved in free-lance; these scams offer jobs if a person pays a free to join their website and should be reported and other sites pay rates so low it would take 6-8 months to make $1.50 for a soft drink.
My illness has has no negative impact to my employment; only effecting deadlines at times however has shown me my strength. The three chances have all taught me “I am worth it, I can achieve professionalism, and I can maintain normalcy.” An avid horse lover also, I learned from a young age if you get bucked you get right back in the saddle again — never allowing the horse to control the rider, and never will I allow the uttering of terminal to decrease my changes at excelling. My illness may take the quality from my life, but as the dominate one in charge; it is I who must put that quality back into my life — double and triple to what was taken. My primary reason for this blog, and each media network if for the proper establishment of communication; building a support system is most important — I am listed as H0llywoodWh0re on over 130 social media networks and if I am not invite me and I gladly will join. I am also searching for more technological prospects in social networking media and journalism; small jobs to further my knowledge. I intend to continue giving recommendations of technology, reviews, and I am always open to provide step-by-step assistance in the area of social networking media; and supportive encouragement in writing and journalism. No one will ever be ‘big enough’ to harm my self confidence nor will my illness and random hospitalizations hinder my natural writing ability. My appreciation for those who have read this in full, as I only wanted to give an assessment of tho I truly am; in respect to those who wish to get to know me, again, establishment of diverse friendships is deeply important to me — and those friendships can only exist and grow with open, honest, and transparent communication. Please check back for more; as I will posting text and adding my presence to the Internet in this social media generation.
Best regards,
Amanda
(Copyright © H0llywoodWh0re October 2009)
