<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304209</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:44:09.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Network This!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitdontstink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitdontstink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SEO Reviewer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304209.post-843258981819896378</id><published>2010-01-18T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T06:40:18.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Club Moments</title><summary type='text'>Why Do All Nights Of Going Out In Memphis End At Backstreet?I went to Swig again last night with M and J. I ended up seeing an ex-classmate from high school. She's probably a good contact to have as she works for The Commercial Sector.I love networking. I used to hate it. When I worked in production in NYC as a freelancer I used to have to network for jobs and that sucked. Whenever I felt like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304209/posts/default/843258981819896378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304209/posts/default/843258981819896378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitdontstink.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-club-moments.html' title='Night Club Moments'/><author><name>SEO Reviewer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304209.post-7008945138895562201</id><published>2009-02-18T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T06:34:36.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick the Phone up and Call me Back</title><summary type='text'>What is up with people that just decide that it is their perogative to call you back? If I call you on the phone, call me back.Call me and tell me to fuck off, but call me back. See, I worry. When you don't call me back, I wonder if you're ok. I wonder what I did to piss you off. I wonder if there is something wrong with me for worrying. It's a vicious cycle and it's just not worth it. So Pick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304209/posts/default/7008945138895562201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304209/posts/default/7008945138895562201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitdontstink.blogspot.com/2009/02/pick-phone-up-and-call-me-back.html' title='Pick the Phone up and Call me Back'/><author><name>SEO Reviewer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
