I fired up IM for the first time in ages… and forgot to put up my Away message when I went upstairs to read Harry Potter. D’oh! And, of course, Sheryl and Beth IM’ed me while I was reading, and my speakers weren’t turned up loud enough for me to hear.
*shakes head*
Silly Diana. Now I’m bored again and still I have no one to talk to…
“Hollywood needs to do more. Let’s continue to take risks. Let’s tackle the issues. In many ways our film community can do it better than anyone else. There is no challenge, artistic or otherwise, that we can’t meet.”
I’ve submitted a resume in print to Designski. (Oops—I hadn’t told you who they were yet, had I? Well, now you know.)
I printed out my two-page resume and a sheet of web design portfolio samples on my matte photo paper. I also composed a cover letter and printed it on normal paper, and designed return address labels. All of these things match my portfolio website—I’ve gotten compliments on my personal branding before, so I figure I may as well run with it. Uncle Frank liked it well enough… although he also liked the fact that I hand-cut my resume paper so it was half an inch narrower and two inches longer than the rest.
Yeah, it looks like Thread (formerly Image Source) is looking for an Interactive Designer. Too bad I don’t know Flash. One of these weekends, I should really go take one of the NISDM workshops while I still can. One never knows when they’ll decide to revoke the alumni discount… or when the organization will fold entirely.
I need some more “real” work under my belt. Sheryl, Dan, anyone else, if you have a web or design project you’d like to collaborate on, paid or no, let me know and maybe we can jive together and do some freelancing. I’m not confident enough to seek out freelance gigs on my own, but I’d be happy to do one with a buddy. The buddy system rocks.
Feeling kind of blah this evening. Not sure why. Figured writing about it might dissolve it some.
Normal day at work. I was on phones, which is always fun (*scoff*), especially while working on modifications, which I’ve only recently learned how to do. Ambivalence ran high today, broken only by a glimmering moment of appreciation when my supervisor recognized my two years of service with a Gotcha Card. And after I’d bitched on here about no one noticing, too.
I accompanied Aaron to Target this weekend so he could purchase some new clothes that actually fit: size 34 jeans, extra-large T-shirts and sweaters and jacket. I believe I now own his old size 40 jeans, for reference, and all his old XXL sweaters fit him like friggin’ dresses. Now he’s looking svelte in his new skinnier duds.
I bought myself a new pair of dress pants for work. Size 18—which is still big, sure, but it’s better than the 20’s and 22’s and (yikes!) 24’s that I had been wearing. It’s amazing how much better it feels to wear clothes that fit properly.
Visited Aaron’s grandarents in Lakewood (Cleveland) on Saturday afternoon. Poppa is doing well after his quadruple bypass surgery of a few months back, and says he’s going to buy us a chest freezer for a housewarming gift. That’s awesome, on both counts.
Planning to start reading the second Harry Potter book tonight before bed. Those books are like crack. I shouldn’t be reading them before bed—it tends to push back my bedtime to about 1:00am.
Not much else to report. I could probably go up and think about going to bed right now, if it weren’t so depressing to have watched my day slip by so fast. As it is, I’ll likely end up skulking at my computer for a while, then realizing how tired I really am and plodding up to bed. Or maybe I’ll read a magazine—that would be a little healthier than basking in the radioactive glow of my monitor.
Yeah.