May 2011
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Bad
I’ve been really crappy at managing my life recently. Forgetting things, losing things, coming up short on a bill, and crying. Lots of crying.
My boyfriend has totally been there for me. I just worry that he thinks I’m a ditz and irresponsible and just puts up with it because…I don’t even know why.
1 year of Brett in my life.
May 30, 2010, we met up at agora and called it a date. The rest is history.
The poke
You were invited out for sushi and a chick flick with a group of girls you aren’t close with yet but it was a lot of fun. Your presence was mutually enjoyed. The indication was you’ll be invited to party with them more.
You had fun.
That awkward moment when you consider how many days from now you should Facebook “poke” one of the girls.
more awesomeness
It is a really good feeling that everyone who us new interns have been meeting, from the branch managers, to the area managers, all the way up to Regional Vice President, or Regional Head of HR, started with this company in the same seat as me. New Hire, entry level. No one who I have met was hired into the company. And they aren’t throwing around the bullshit “we promote and hire from...
I love my new job. But no one wants to hear about it. So I’ll spare you. Hope you’re having a better week for self esteem than I am.
Internship thoughts
It’s awesome. I am having a ton of fun and getting paid to do it. I get to drive around with my branch and area managers debating the presence of disease in the people who get paid to spin signs.
I got hit on by a van full of senior citizens led by a 78 year old man who was calling everyone gay.
I go out to lunch alone in a suit, drinking from a refillable tumbler, and people mistake me...
Penis envy
It’s like…. If you could win $10 on every scratch off ticket you ever bought for the rest of your life, but never more, or every few months receive a bonus at work, for working your ass off, which would you choose?
The troll woman from this past week was a horrible monster to me when she got me alone. My boss was livid about that and almost fired her. Too bad she’s his sister.
But we had a very successful show today at the Houston peace festival. We sold nearly $900 worth of local art!
Annoying
When no one has texted you all day, so you turn your phone off silent, it is guaranteed within 10 minutes you’ll be bombarded with contact.
I’m really scared. My new job starts Tuesday and I’m afraid I’ll lose it by talking too much. I always talk way more than is necessary. It doesn’t help that bretts always telling me I don’t need to disclose so much. He’s right, but it really makes me feel like a failure every time he tells me.
I’m crying, but that’s probably more than I needed to...
update on the rant
My boss is going to have a roundtable with his sister, himself, and I.
He will explicitly outline my rights and my job description, and for me he will help draft up a contract so when artists want work that is beyond what our company provides them for free, I can not get taken advantage of.
He may also be throwing in a bonus for putting up with his sister this month.
Ok. Rant.
So I do work for a startup company. I love the concept and mission behind this startup. I love my boss as a boss. But, his sister is also a lower boss of mine. My job description includes, on wednesdays, come to studio, teach photography and take photographs of art for $20/hr. That sounds nice but I’m usually there for 3-4 hours only twice a month. And having an every other week engagement...
testing
one, two, one two three.
AAAAAAAHHH FUCK
i had this entire rant written out, i hit submit, and tumblr is all like, LOG IN BITCH.
FUUUUUICK YOU
Alert! Breaking News!
Attention to all perfectly middle class girls from perfectly well-to-do families: your OCD is not cute.
Carry on.
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Attempted adulthood
Remember back in high school when ramen was a perfectly acceptable choice for lunch and dinner all week long?
Now when you resort to ramen twice in a row, it’s like, damn.
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Needles & Pins
My internship starts in two weeks.
I am both overwhelmed with excitement and apprehensive, anxious even, of the change. Scared.
I put in my two-weeks notice with the company I have worked for since I turned 18. It is scary to leave what I know, even if what I know is generally unhealthy and bad for my self-worth. My managers have called me “a resource to no one” “no kind of...
