Seeing Ghosts

I got this email, and it is sad. Sort of.

I have a few demons of my own, biting my ass as I go along. But this one has her own army of zombie sins chasing her.

dhey santos email

She’s at it again

Her email looks like a teenager jejemon wrote it:

and I replied with this:

Miss Dhey,

You may have to give me a really valid reason, or any legal basis for this “request”of yours, or if it won’t be too much to ask, be professional about it, as you are carrying the name of Island Weddings with this email, I expect a more detailed format other than a hastily typed sms formatted, shorthand message, which is hardly professional at all. 
My blog is mine, it’s a free account, it is public, much like the gmail account you are using, and this is all public, as public as internet. I do with it what I want. Unless you’ve got something heavier to back up your request, go make your own blog.
And I could have forgotten all about it, but now, this email exchange will get a blog post version.
You should have just kept your  mouth shut. As you have always done before.
No, thank you.
reply to dhey santos
I could have let this pass. But I guess the woman is being hounded, and her solutions is to ask people to delete post with her name on it.

Complaints And Grievances

I’m getting better with letting go. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Because I have learned that letting it pass can be economical for one’s emotional and professional being. Some sticky situations you just have to get through and move on.

But anyway, this is about some situations that keeps on dragging because people keep making things complicated. Like Villacorta muddying up the puddle that Tito Sotto‘s feet is currently dipped in. It’s like
professionalism has become just a byline and not the code. They keep shifting the blame to anybody but themselves.

Actually, this is about my own, personal bone to pick with Island Weddings Magazine. I have been good natured when my queries were ignored, simply because I thought these guys are like me, busy as a bee. But time and again, they would send me freelance work that are too painfully full of holes, in a manner of speaking. Have you done layout jobs for a magazine? They pay low rates. But if the flow is steady, it can be lucrative. Again, the things that bothered me about doing jobs like these are sort of stuff publishing houses like DM publishing ought to know by now – high res photos, text content should be in .txt format, revisions should be limited to 2 times only. You know, things that could have justified the low rates, just so I could have steady work outside of my
day job. But when I checked, dumb, stupid me, I don’t even know the rates! All because a friend works for Island Weddings Magazine. or at least I thought of  her as a friend.

I have some web images, copies of works done on my website , which is a Free account by Wix.com, by the way. And it works, unlike some links I could think of.

I would work on jobs, even those that are hard to fix, because I know it had to be done. But this nagging thing, why they are sending me these jobs is because they are running out of graphic artists who would like to work on the darned things. I had to ask, still nicely, about when I could paid, and then they promise to send payments, for in about a week or so after I asked. And I would be dismayed, thinking, surely all those work is worth more than this? But, like I said , maybe they are too busy.

Now, if Gaudencio Pangilinan had Rolito Go got kidnapped under his watch, or so they claim it was, and if he was a regular Juan, he’d be sacked right there and then. But no, he takes a leave of absence! Like he doesn’t know a thing! And you know, the people at Island Weddings Magazine behave the same way! Like they work in a place where they could see each other and nobody knows a thing about what is going on!

This screencap was from the FB  page. The link http://www.facebook.com/pages/Wanted-Desiree-dhey-Santos/300826756595104 is like their website, already dud. But what bothers me is how and why didn’t I see this before. Something amiss that I have overlooked for so long.

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