They Pulled An Abramovich On Me +

I could make a rather whiny post out of this, but that would make tings only kinda suckier. Let’s keep them simple.

I got sacked. Sacked with growing results, sometimes rather impressive results, other moments less immense but still acceptable results.
Sacked because I was sick and the germs lasted longer than I had hoped. Sacked because in that period I dropped of the planet and hardly ever had energy to blog, all while still having a full time job.

A non-blogging blog editor.

I must note, that although they want another editor, I didn’t really try to stay on board, nor did I take the option

In terms of our future relationship, I still really want to work with you and am very grateful for all you have done for me and XXX. I am prepared to meet your min. requirement of $XXXX per month and still want you to head up the advertising/sales. Plus you can write wherever you want for $XX-$XX per post. And I’m open to joining with you on a new project.

Anyone knows that little fucker pride?
That silly bugger which makes you say ‘I’m out’ when it got hurt? Hurt because at one blog the growth was almost 100% feed subscribers in only 10 weeks?

Thing is I got sacked degraded and my pride prevented me from accepting the offer, continuing the future relationship and setting up the new project together. Or selling ads to stick on tons of blogs.