Fake pictures from France
If it means anything, I write posts every day in my mind. Just for you.
02/28/08 04:29 PM
I went from being not too particularly busy to being
the most popular girl at the prom all of a sudden.
That's typical. Also, haven't felt particularly funny
or interesting for a while. You're all better off
without any sort of news outta me when I get like
that.
But I had to break my hiatus for a whole hot mess of reasons, not the least of which is that I HAVE A JOB INTERVIEW ON MONDAY EEEEEEEEEEEEE.... (breathes) EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!! Now, I realize that some of you have had many dozens of these things over the years, and some of you may be people who conduct such interviews. You're going, "Uhh... I really doubt it was worth typing all those capital E's for." Maybe true. However, know this: I have not ever held another post-colligiate day job other than the shitty one I have now, and that one had been lingering for 14 years. I did go through a couple interviews for other jobs like 10 or 11 years ago, but those jobs were either just as bad as this one, or paid less than this one, or some other nagging inconvenience that made this shitty job not as awful in comparison. But I've been out there now man, got the big freelance portfolio and a somewhat fancy website that shows it off okay. Time to be moving on. Okay- it was time, like, a decade ago; but here we are.
UPDATE ALREADY BEFORE I EVEN GET TO PUBLISH THIS POST... Here it is Tuesday already. Interview went pretty well, it's a nice gig in a nice office with a nice small business to business marketing/PR company. The boss is this kindly grandfather type, we got along gangbusters. Location is 12 minutes from home, which of course is spectacular. I think there's probably gobs of cash to be made there, they have a well established big corporate client list that loves to spend money on stuff they think they need. However, the forthcoming job offer (which I'm fairly certain is forthcoming) had better be mind blowingly awesome or I'm not gonna take it. The work is pretty dry. Lots of formatting of data and laying out forms & templates to exacting standards, lots of PDF publications that will never see a printing press. LOTS of HTML based email press releases. The guy who I'd be replacing was really good at that stuff, but laying out catalog grids for industrial use puts me straight into a coma. I think the boss wants to add some punch to their somewhat staid offerings, and my website says POW! Naturally he thinks I can bring some fisticuffs to the job and knock some shit out, but I dunno- there may not be nearly enough POW! to be had there. So, probably not.
I applied for an Associate Art Director position at Ohio Magazine today, and that thing seems more in my wheelhouse.
Man, this post has been hella lame. I have lots else to talk about, but I should probably just hit "publish" or I'll never get this thing up. I guess I should post a picture or something just to make this excruciating blog comeback somewhat worthwhile. Umm... here.
But I had to break my hiatus for a whole hot mess of reasons, not the least of which is that I HAVE A JOB INTERVIEW ON MONDAY EEEEEEEEEEEEE.... (breathes) EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!! Now, I realize that some of you have had many dozens of these things over the years, and some of you may be people who conduct such interviews. You're going, "Uhh... I really doubt it was worth typing all those capital E's for." Maybe true. However, know this: I have not ever held another post-colligiate day job other than the shitty one I have now, and that one had been lingering for 14 years. I did go through a couple interviews for other jobs like 10 or 11 years ago, but those jobs were either just as bad as this one, or paid less than this one, or some other nagging inconvenience that made this shitty job not as awful in comparison. But I've been out there now man, got the big freelance portfolio and a somewhat fancy website that shows it off okay. Time to be moving on. Okay- it was time, like, a decade ago; but here we are.
UPDATE ALREADY BEFORE I EVEN GET TO PUBLISH THIS POST... Here it is Tuesday already. Interview went pretty well, it's a nice gig in a nice office with a nice small business to business marketing/PR company. The boss is this kindly grandfather type, we got along gangbusters. Location is 12 minutes from home, which of course is spectacular. I think there's probably gobs of cash to be made there, they have a well established big corporate client list that loves to spend money on stuff they think they need. However, the forthcoming job offer (which I'm fairly certain is forthcoming) had better be mind blowingly awesome or I'm not gonna take it. The work is pretty dry. Lots of formatting of data and laying out forms & templates to exacting standards, lots of PDF publications that will never see a printing press. LOTS of HTML based email press releases. The guy who I'd be replacing was really good at that stuff, but laying out catalog grids for industrial use puts me straight into a coma. I think the boss wants to add some punch to their somewhat staid offerings, and my website says POW! Naturally he thinks I can bring some fisticuffs to the job and knock some shit out, but I dunno- there may not be nearly enough POW! to be had there. So, probably not.
I applied for an Associate Art Director position at Ohio Magazine today, and that thing seems more in my wheelhouse.
Man, this post has been hella lame. I have lots else to talk about, but I should probably just hit "publish" or I'll never get this thing up. I guess I should post a picture or something just to make this excruciating blog comeback somewhat worthwhile. Umm... here.
WOOO FRANCE... FUCK YEAH!!!
Maybe more later. Or perhaps sleeping later. Yep! One of those.
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Aww- WEAK! I have to rescind my non-issued challenge that nobody knows about. Does that even make sense? NO
11/05/07 02:43 PM
Couple weeks ago I struggled through the labyrinthine
torture that is the Google/Blogger comment sign in
(seriously, I had to fight a fucking Minotaur) to
post a comment on Steph's Traveling Spishco blog (now
defunct, but go see the New! Improved! SPISH!). In this comment,
which you can no longer read, I gave notice that
I was going to issue a challenge at a later
time, which now I may need to take back even
though I never got around to issuing the actual
challenge in question. Y'see, Steph and Pat and
their coo coo cadre of circus monkeys are going
to sell their house in Hell, NV and plan this
epic and vaguely aimless journey around the
country in an old RV they found down by the
river. You all may think that's just bonkers,
but those of us who know them a little bit think
this plan is just about right. Anyway, the point
is that their intended eventual destination at
the end of this preposterous cracker cart ride
is some convention in the mountains of North
Carolina next September. This is significant
because my handsome family takes our vacation in
the delightful Outer Banks of that fine state
about that time every year. Thus, my challenge
that I had thought would be fun and clever was
that after their banana trader convention they
could mount up one more time in the old Winnie
and trundle on over to the beach & hang out
for a day or three.
But now I don't know if it'll work! Casey got into the new fancy school for kids with super powers and autism, and that starts up again after the summer break in August. We don't want him to miss school, so I don't know if we're going to make it to the beach in September- it may be in August. But, if we can work out the timing, the CHALLENGE STANDS. I know we'll have some extra rooms. Or maybe they'd rather sleep in their wheelie-tent with their transient road friends. No drifters in the pool, please! What am I running- a hobo jungle?
But now I don't know if it'll work! Casey got into the new fancy school for kids with super powers and autism, and that starts up again after the summer break in August. We don't want him to miss school, so I don't know if we're going to make it to the beach in September- it may be in August. But, if we can work out the timing, the CHALLENGE STANDS. I know we'll have some extra rooms. Or maybe they'd rather sleep in their wheelie-tent with their transient road friends. No drifters in the pool, please! What am I running- a hobo jungle?
LOOK- I'M IN FRANCE TRYING TO FIT
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