I NEED YOUR ADVICE.
I've been looking around a bit in the blogosphere. And I've discovered quite a few very personal blogs, which literally take their readers on a journey into the writer's life.
And of course, some time ago I told you about the blog Petite Anglais. She seems to have a very large following, in spite of the fact that she doesn't write every day. But of course, a pretty woman writing about her job, how she got fired because of her blog, snippets from her break-up, her new man (whom she also lost), and her dating life and even snippets from her sex life, is pretty, well, appealing. I guess.
But, unfortunately for me I'm not a pretty blonde woman who can write about my dating life. After all, I'm a married man. And on the few occasions when I have written about other women, like Strumpette, some readers asked what my wife would think about that.
Then we have the blog Dooce, written by Heather Armstrong, who was the first blooger fired because of her blog, which made that event a new word, to be "dooced." She is in a permanent relationship, and has children, but that hasn't stopped a huge following to her blog and she claims to be supporting herself simply based on ads on her blog.
And that caught my attention.
After all, if she can do it, why can't I?
Especially the part about having an income again sounded very appealing.
After all, I've been unemployed since December 2005, and it simply doesn't appear as if the pharma industry wants me back, in spite of the fact that I had the #1 result vs. budget (comparing product areas with sales more than $100 million) in 2003, the year Pfizer took over and I was pushed to the side.
Truth is, I haven't had a job interview since 2003. Not for lack of trying. I've sent out gazillions of resumes. Oh well, so much for having straight A's and the best results at two pharma companies. I guess, there are things more important than results. Like keeping your mouth shut.
Because, somehow all interviews stopped aburptly after my lawsuit against Wyeth became publicly known. And the few recruiters who called later seemed to be looking for a cheap thrill. They always wanted all kinds of detailed info about me and my salary, and if I was willing to relocate, but, funny part, never, ever had a job. I'm kind of wondering if someone sent them to out to test me, to check if I really was looking for a job.
Oh well, those are some of the reasons I think Big Pharma behaves like the mob. You talk, you're dead. It's called Omerta. The code of silence.
At least they haven't sent any hitmen to shoot me. Yet. But my wife is worried. I guess they figure starving me to death is a better way to set an example.
So, of course, I can't let them get away with that. I mean, since it would make them happy if I starved to death, I need to make sure that doesn't happen.
That means I need to find a way to make money, to pay for groceries. I do have a couple of lawsuits going, but reality is that even when I win, which I feel very certain I will, considering the long line of law firms who fought to take the case, Pfizer is likely to appeal, and so it could take a decade until I receive a single cent.
So I need to come up with a way to support myself. Problem is that I'm a "whistleblower" and as famous whistleblower Sherron Watkins from Enron has repeatedly stated, that means no one in the corporate world will give you a job. Ever.
So that leaves self employment or driving a cab, pretty much.
Of course, someone may propose that I could go back to practicing medicine. If it wasn't for that little fact that my entire career has been in business and I haven't practiced medicine since 1984, over 20 years ago. I'd say that makes it hard to start all over.
So that leaves the cab or self employment. And if you look into self employment, mostly you find jobs like mowing lawns, starting a fast food franchise, or similar. Not the most appealing prospect. Don't get me wrong. I mow my own lawn. I just don't think mowing everyone else’s lawn is the best use of a doctor's degree, not if I can come up with something better to do.
After all, I have a legal obligation to minimize my "damages" so if I settled on lawn mowing, Pfizer's lawyers may claim I didn't try hard enough.
So I figure, I have to try harder than that.
Then it hit me, maybe I should ask you, my readers, what you think I should do.
And I also thought, why not shoot for the stars?
After all, this is a country where anything is possible. Any dream can come true.
So since I've been kicked out the window of the top floor of the pretty corporate tower and the pavement is coming closer real fast, why not have some fun before hitting the ground?
Oh, I forgot, I'm alreay having fun writing this blog. Some lawyers would say it is crazy. But really, it's just fun.
But I need more than fun. I need cash. So I'd like to know which one of the following options you think I should go for. If you like more than one, feel free to vote for all of them. After all, nothing says I can't try everything!
And then we can have all have some fun following my attempts to make some cash.
And please. This is important stuff. So if you don't feel like voting do it anyway. I need your advice.
And feel free to comment as well. I may have forgotten about a few things. Any suggestions are welcome!