sucks. I guess this is the consequence of sleeping ’til noon. Okay, 12:40. Why not though, right?
I’ve never really understood people who look at sleeping as bad. It’s essential. It’s enjoyable. I’ve got nothing better to do, as far as i’m concerned. And dreams can be really, really interesting. The other morning i met Björk and we talked about fashion and she took my picture. This morning i played giant-size roulette with my family. And some asian guy. Wha’d you do this morning, check your email? Yeah, that’s what i thought.
I like to watch Top Chef, but not being able to taste or even smell the food they create always makes me feel gypped. How am i supposed to judge them? It’s like listening to a radio show about paintings, trying to pick a favorite. Project runway is way better, ’cause the main appeal of the clothing is the way it looks.
I’ve been thinking about becoming a freelancer. I don’t know if i’m ambitious enough to always seek work like i’m doing now, though, and working from home would bore me. Being in a new environment every few months could be interesting. I could even do photography and graphic design along with web. Or even writing… though i still don’t know what i’d enjoy writing beyond drivel about my own life. I’m good at that stuff, but crap like ad copy would not float my boat.
By the way, i took two Advil PM about two hours ago. Not doing jack.
I have been in the presence of gods, my friends. Gods whom some refer to as Radiohead. Yesterday we made our pilgrimage to the holy land of St Louis, where Radiohead descended to the earth to bestow upon us their glorious sounds. And thus they spake:
“Do i smell doughnuts? Who could eat a doughnut at a time like this?”
(imagine the Geiko gecko saying it–that’s what Thom Yorke sounds like.)
They didn’t say much more than that, but they played probably every In Rainbows song and most of Kid A, along with a few older songs. Fake Plastic Trees was my favorite. I can die happy now, i told Dan.
It was worth the twelve hours in my tiny car, especially since Dan drove the whole way home through the night and let me sleep. Not worth the effort, though, was getting my ass out of bed and to work this morning, only to be promptly canned. Given the pink slip. Laid off. Not fired, exactly, they didn’t want to have to let me go (quote unquote) but times are hard and there’s this block and well, someone had to get chopped.
Whew. Just like that. Two weeks severance pay and then i’m on my own. I’m a full-time job seeker now, and i don’t figure i can be picky anymore. I’ll be pretty much applying all over the country, i think, and let my career take me where it will.
I’m scared, but this is probably the kick in the ass i needed to really make a change. And–hey, at least i get to sleep in. A LOT.
I received three “no thanks” and one call for an interview today. I also applied for one more job, but there’s a drawback to these online job searches in that you can only send your resume as text to most of them. For a graphic designer that doesn’t quite cut it, and it takes some digging to find any alternative method of applying to most of the jobs i’ve looked at.
I think i need to re-write my resume and re-think my cover letter strategies. I suspect i just don’t have enough experience to satisfy most employers, which is a major drag.
Anybody know an easy way to print light colors on black paper? Embossing a stamp would be too craft-y, i think. I’d better call some local print shops.
I want to go buy things to console myself. I’m in need of a cute track jacket (i.e. hoodless hoodie with stripes on the sleeves) but can’t ever find one i like. I can’t figure out what the heck happened to the black hoodie i used to have… every once in a while i just LOSE an article of clothing–not just socks, mind you, but bigger things that i like and ought not to just lose track of randomly.
I’m looking forward to playing some Mario Kart tonight. Get my mind off things.
I made the decision yesterday that i’m going to leave my current job as soon as i find a suitable new one, for reasons i probably shouldn’t disclose here. I feel relieved to have decided at least that much, as i’ve been trying to decide what to do with all these open doors since around January when our landlord started to pressure us to renew our lease for August. Hm, i could stay, or i could also leave…
So now i’ll be applying for jobs like mad, and i figure whatever offers i get will help me narrow down the next decision, which is where i want to go when this lease is up. I’m looking at:
- staying in ames
- moving or commuting to Des Moines
- moving to Chicago
- moving to Portland
- moving to California where it’s f*cking warm
Yeah, i always swore i’d never live in Cali, but life here where there are seasons is just miserable anymore. Besides, it would make my grandparents really happy to be close enough to feed me lots of good Italian food, since i’m morbidly skinny in their eyes and need guidance.
Moving far away would mean sacrificing relationships though, which would suck. It’s probably not going to happen, because even though i’ve always had dreams of striking out on my own and magically turning into an admirable person by mere proximity to tall buildings and bright lights, being near the people i love is a lot more important to me. Portland would put me closer to some other people i love a lot, though, so it’s not a black-and-white issue by any means.
In regards to the new blog, thanks so much for your feedback. I put a button illusion up on the header in response to popular demand, and i think you were right. It looks nice. Now if only i could get a pretty rollover effect to happen without having to slice up that image…