Virtual Gypsyz

I realize what I am doing here in DC and what I was doing last year in San Francisco and what I will do for the rest of my Winter/Spring semesters is write. It all goes back to the visioning board I created in 2008, but I keep forgetting and getting distracted by my insecurities, other people’s drama, romance, family obligations, money problems, loneliness, depression, blah blah blah.

This clarity is coming after a month of being here. I arrived, knowing I was supposed to come here, but not really sure why. It’s to get away from MyAmi. To fill up on a new story. A new perspective.

In my fourth week of work, I am already thinking of how I will make myself virtual. All I did today was post a Twitter and Facebook status about a conference coming up. I will be solely responsible for creating a content strategy for my client. I will not have to be in the office for this job just like our social media consultants in Colorado and our conference manager in Delaware.

I referred to my first two weeks in Washington, DC as the “Honeymoon.”

I had my first fight about money with my new husband (aka, new job) and I had to acquiesce to his (aka, co-workers’) judgment.

What a pill to swallow.

Like a yuppie wife, I spent the weekend trying to find ways to keep myself occupied during the downtime in our relationship - yoga, cooking with my new kitchenware (which includes a George Foreman grill!).

It sounds eerily like marriage. But a gypsy does not marry. She has love affairs with cities.

So don’t get too comfy, Washington. You’re just another lover to me.

I got hos…in different area codes…

When you are a young traveler, renting a room for $195/month in a crumbling wooden house in a “transition” neighborhood in Denver is C-O-O-L.

When you are in your 30s, superficiality kicks in and suddenly creature comforts become MUST HAVEs.

I can’t stop thinking about that brand new studio I saw last week in Adam’s Morgan. It had my name written all over it!!

So I’ve been coming up with a scheme. Read the rest of this entry »

In Washington, DC, virtual real estate costs more than it does on Planet MyAmi.

Why?

Because physical real estate costs more, and programmers here have figured out how to dupe clueless federal and non-profit organizations that are still functioning on 20th century paradigms.

Every wish a web publisher has ever requested in the last 15 years since the Internet became a publishing platform has been granted by programmers who LOVE creating solutions. Google it, and you will find a module/component that fits into the various open-source CMS’s out there. Google has shaken up banks, newspapers, the music industry and every other facet of our culture - including virtual real estate.

I can build a dynamic web site with all the bells and whistles for about $5,000. But in Washington, DC, the same web site costs anywhere from $50,000 to $90,000.  I could buy a really nice, sporty car for $50,000. And I bought my condo for less than $90,000.

It’s really quite remarkable.

Like a good virtual gypsy, I tried to educate my new client with these facts in various ways. I sent them links to articles, a dummy site that I created in a matter of minutes, offering all the items on their wish list, and showed my ability to hard code by fixing one of their antiquated flat HTML pages.

And yet, they continued to interview web firms that were $25,000-$75,000 out of their price range because they had a consultant who recommended them.

This consultant has 25 years experience and a PHD in computer something or other.

As far as I am concerned, her experience is out of date. Most people who started in this industry that long ago have a disadvantage because their understanding of how the Internet is supposed to work is completely different from a kid who grew up with it.

“You must hate me,” she said at our post-interview debriefing.

“I don’t hate you,” I said. “I just think our experience is different.”

I probably shouldn’t have told her that her 25 years of experience and fancy degrees were her Achilles heel. This was a snot-nosed, Mike TV kind of thing to say, and NOT the way to impress my co-workers, who are now literally afraid of me because I am not trying to play nice-nice with them. It is clear that I am an alien from Planet MyAmi in this Capitol of Power.

After a good scolding from my embarrassed supervisor, I have decided to back off and save the knowledge I have about the virtual real estate industry for my own endeavors, which I will return to in August, just in time for my 35th birthday. 35! I am here to pay off my karmic debt and to learn what I can. If I can keep this attitude, the next few months should be pleasant. I’d rather not make things more difficult by trying to convince an unwilling audience.