Blowing one’s horn

Musicians blowing in traditional German horns
Musicians blowing in traditional German horns by Markus Spiske is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0

Blowing my own horn is not my thing. That must be one of the reasons why I can’t find a job. I don’t know how to brag about myself. It’s also a Finnish thing. We’re not good at it. It’s also an introvert thing. We don’t want to brag about ourselves and make ourselves something special. We like to be low key. But that doesn’t seem to be acceptable in the world. You’re nothing if you don’t want to blow your own horn. It shouldn’t be that way. We should be allowed to be ourselves and not pretend to be something we’re not. Some people seem to have problems with quiet people. Only because you don’t want to be a blabbermouth doesn’t mean you’re strange. Listening to people talk about things you don’t care about is stressful. Noisy people have the same effect.

Because I don’t want to blow my own horn, I don’t know if I could be a good entrepreneur. You need to be a lot of different things. A marketing person, a salesperson, a public speaker and someone who doesn’t give up easily. Most importantly, be good enough at what you do. Maybe it’s only me who thinks I’m good at something. Perhaps the reason why I won’t get hired is that I’m not good enough. They instead take someone with natural talent. I don’t have an impressive portfolio, and I don’t have what the employers are looking for. I’m not confident in blowing my own horn. No matter what I post on social media, I get some likes and sometimes nothing. If I don’t get much attention in my personal accounts, how can I get it on the business one? If I get any comments, it’s usually spam. I wouldn’t trust anyone. I feel it’s unnecessary work if I promote things on social media. It’s not easy to be ignored as a job seeker or/and an entrepreneur. I don’t know how to say something about myself or what I can do. At least when it comes to making it to words. It’s incredible how things disappear from your head when you should think about them. It has nothing to do with memory problems. I tend not to think about complicated stuff like that.

Maybe I’ve chosen the wrong path when it comes to careers. It seems you need to blow your own horn because the competition is tough. There are so many people in the design business, and I don’t know how to stand out. Maybe my destiny is to be without a job. I never wanted an ordinary job, but it has backfired. Only because I don’t know how to blow my own horn.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Threes

Let me tell you story. Picture it. It’s summer in 2010. The sun is shining. It’s time for the yearly cycling competition. It’s held in a city somewhere in Finland. The race takes place around a river. Over a bridge to the other side of the river and back over another bridge. The race has 50 laps. Viewers better not get in the way because they are going very fast and the competition is tough. Even though it’s summer, it’s not that warm. As a matter a fact, it’s kind of chilly.

Here I am standing with my camera in my hand. I’ve watched this competition before but without a camera. I have tried many times to take pictures of fast-moving things but they haven’t turned that good. I’ve tried different set ups but I’ve never found the right one. Maybe I have the wrong lens. I’m using a EF-s 17-55 mm but that’s all I own but I’m trying the best I can. I usually keep the Mode Dial at P because it’s faster and I don’t have to think what set ups I should use. Now I try the Tv and M but the cyclists are going so fast so I don’t have time to think about set ups. It’s now or never. Click, click I go. I move to another place and do the same. I don’t care about the set ups now. Who has the time? I’m here to take pictures and not practising photography. I take pictures and hope for the best. I’m not one of those people who take hundreds of photos of one thing. It’s not like I’m a pro photographer. Even though that was my dream at the time. Not so sure anymore. Who wants to hire me anyway? I don’t even have a driver’s license. Like that’s important.

When I get home and look at the pictures on the computer. I must say, not bad after all.