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:: ZZZzzz ::

Man… I get tired so early anymore. It’s not even 9:30 yet, and already I’m primed to go flop down on the couch with a book and some sort of snack and chill out for the evening. I’m such a lightweight. *sigh*

On the agenda for the weekend: Tomorrow is the Waterville Community Garage Sale, which has become an annual Schnuth expedition. We’re planning to start on a different side of town this year, though, because the neighborhood we frequent every year is getting a little stale.

On Sunday, we’ll be doing our laundry and shopping a little earlier than usual, so we can visit Sheryl in her packed-up apartment in Perrysburg and bring her some empty boxes. And drive her to get packing tape and trash bags and other randomness. And go to dinner with her at Chili’s or some other sit-down place. Good stuff.

But for now, I’ll be heading upstairs to crash on the couch with my book, dissatisfied with myself for not having done anything of import this evening.

the ongoing saga of my job 1 Comment

(Wo)man With a Mission

I don’t want to be working at Sky in ten years. Hell, I don’t want to be working at Sky in five years. To that end, I am going to stop sulking and go locate myself a new job.

No, really. I am. This time, I mean it.

I have a list of about half a dozen local companies I’m planning to target, and I plan to wring more possibilities out of all my local contacts (which isn’t many, I’ll grant). I just bought a pack of 100 hub-printable mini CD-Rs (and they were a *bitch* to find at a decent price, let me tell you what). I already updated my resume to send in response to that one classified a couple weeks ago, so that’s done—although I’ll still need to update the super-cool print version. The paperwork for July’s NISDM Flash workshop is printed out and ready to mail, as soon as I know how much my former- student-employee discount will be.

I intend to resharpen my Director skillz by making myself a new multimedia portfolio (hence the 80mm mini CD-Rs). I also intend to teach myself some more PHP, so I can confidently say “I know PHP” with a straight face.

My main concerns:
– What’s my selling point? Why do people need ME in particular?
– Do I need to buy a $200+ suit to go out and interview? Would it help?
– Will my three years of working a financial job instead of design hurt my chances?
– How honest can I be with interviewers about *why* I feel I need a new gig?
– How much persistence is appropriate, and what’s over the line and annoying?

I need to bottle this enthusiasm and keep it somewhere, like a can of Perri-Air (a la Spaceballs). Even though I’m totally exhausted and still need to wash some dishes before I go to bed, I can still be moderately excited about finding a new job. I’m afraid that, in a day or two, this fire will disappear yet again, and I’ll be back to feeling inadequate with my design skills and lukewarm about finding a new job.

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My Child Will Have Style

Now, I’ve heard that you’re not supposed to put shoes on your baby until it’s actually walking around. So, once we have a kid, and it starts toddling around like a little hellian, he or she will *totally* be styling in a pair of Chuck Taylors. And will be wearing this killer t-shirt. Or maybe this one.

I will raise my child to have the style I never had. I hope.

Of course, I do have to give my mom credit for dressing me in this shirt (she had one to match, as I recall):

Good stuff.

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Underachieving

I hate it when I can’t manage to finish just a few simple tasks that I set for myself. There were only a few things I wanted to accomplish tonight after work, and I didn’t successfully complete one. I started most of them, and got distracted as I went along.

As I cooked my dinner, I started to clear all my junk off of the kitchen table, and found a paperback and a dust jacket that belonged up in the library/media room (where our books and DVDs and 8-tracks and games and such live). As I put those away, I remembered that I hadn’t watered my plants in a couple of days, so I got out the little plastic watering can and gave them all a well-deserved drink. And so on.

Didn’t finish cleaning off the kitchen table.
Didn’t clean my desk.
Didn’t wash the silverware like Aaron asked.

While I was doing other random things, like boiling eggs and making a salad for tomorrow’s lunch, I was also making candles. That doesn’t take much supervision—it’s mainly hurry up and wait—so I figured I was good. I came back into the kitchen once the wax was melted, added just the right dyes, measured out the fragrance, and poured the candles at just the right moment during the cooling process.

Without adding the fragrance to the wax. *facepalm*

So, Mark, I apologize for the weirdness of your candle, but I had to dump the fragrance into an already-cooling candle. I ended up with some pretty funky tealights, too.

So, yeah. Not a terribly good or productive evening. And now it’s time for bed. Blah.