I’d like to record how fruitless my multi-year meander in LinkedIn has proven.
Full disclosure: I never sought employment on LinkedIn. My work history doesn’t define me — I’ve disliked most of my jobs. Why trot out a lackluster record of salaried drudgery and failed ventures on a platform one wishes to use for other purposes?
There, indeed, probably lies the rub. Where I’ve run afoul of LinkedIn is expecting it to double as a social medium, a place to exhibit and talk about ideas and imaginings.
Wherever the earnestly credentialed and endorsed artists and gallery owners and writers with whom I’m “connected” do their schmoozing, it’s not with me on LinkedIn — I get not even the rudiments of politesse when I send a greeting, or a thank you for consenting to be connected. Do these good people never pause for small talk from their feats of striving?
My posts here on EthicalDative, my central project, land collaterally on LinkedIn like feathers dropped down an abyss wafting weightlessly into oblivion.
Occam’s Razor says the likeliest conclusion to a mystery is the obvious one. In this case it’s the conclusion that accords with my worst fear: I’m simply not interesting enough to be LinkedIn.
My Neighbor & His Dog, JMN, 2018. Oil on canvas. 16 x 20 in. Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.
(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)
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I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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I’d like to record how fruitless my multi-year meander in LinkedIn has proven.
Full disclosure: I never sought employment on LinkedIn. My work history doesn’t define me — I’ve disliked most of my jobs. Why trot out a lackluster record of salaried drudgery and failed ventures on a platform one wishes to use for other purposes?
There, indeed, probably lies the rub. Where I’ve run afoul of LinkedIn is expecting it to double as a social medium, a place to exhibit and talk about ideas and imaginings.
Wherever the earnestly credentialed and endorsed artists and gallery owners and writers with whom I’m “connected” do their schmoozing, it’s not with me on LinkedIn — I get not even the rudiments of politesse when I send a greeting, or a thank you for consenting to be connected. Do these good people never pause for small talk from their feats of striving?
My posts here on EthicalDative, my central project, land collaterally on LinkedIn like feathers dropped down an abyss wafting weightlessly into oblivion.
Occam’s Razor says the likeliest conclusion to a mystery is the obvious one. In this case it’s the conclusion that accords with my worst fear: I’m simply not interesting enough to be LinkedIn.
My Neighbor & His Dog, JMN, 2018. Oil on canvas. 16 x 20 in. Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.
(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)
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About JMN
I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.