The (At) Fifteen Blurbs.

LinkedIn had sourced its network members a write-up to feature for their Fifteenth Year Anniversary, and made a #WhenIWasFifteen call at arms, and i obliged.

(What else would writers do? But make a fool of herself in front of ex-bosses? Precious.)

I just hope there would be commentary in sight to illustrate the kind of reach this post had - or wait for it, analytics-side backend full reportage.

Why are people no longer versed with the old face-to-face and would rather do the undercover thing of checking you out, snooping, and tracking via ogling / stalking? Are we all NSA-wannabes? :)

Sshhhh. (They might ban this post.)

Laters.

 
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