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Today I thought about weeding the front garden but I didn't. I'll let the weeds live another day. Happy Earth Day!

Today is also the birthday of a person I thought I knew very well a long time ago. I still don't know how I feel about that really. Disappointed mostly. I feel about the same as I do about my first real job that I had for almost 20 years. You put so much time and effort into something that you think it's going to last, and then the anger and resentment that it doesn't last shows up to mess with you some more.

Yes, I am less bitter about that person specifically and my former job now that there are years between then and now. It' still disappointing. I don't visit or communicate with either one anymore, so there's really nothing to dwell on or revisit. Sometimes my curiosity gets the better of me, but there's really nothing I want to do about it.

I suppose it's how you look at the situation. You could maintain that relationship with that person, with that job, through thick and thin, for better or for worse. When it got as bad as I thought it was going to get, I was still there. When time went by and it didn't get any better and each respective relationship continued to worsen, I was still there. And when it really got bad and I was honestly surprised that it had deteriorated so much from its original status, I was still there physically. I was imagining a way out, a way in which that person, that job, was no longer part of me but I could retain my universe without that one thing in it anymore.

We all know that you can't remove one thing from your life without other things being affected by it. Things change, they have to. It is comparable to a game of checkers, or more perhaps like a game of Jenga? Luckily for me, my universe didn't collapse in on itself in either situation although I had entertained the idea that it had at some point. I was relieved. I had unburdened myself of a mentally taxing affair that I was resolved never to return to. That person and that job were no longer something I had to worry about. They had left, I had left. Game over.

Yes, of course, you think of the good times more than you think about the bad times. Why stay in any relationship for that long if it was just awful to begin with? In my home there is photographic evidence of my happiness during those relationships, and I can still look on them with fondness for each one in my heart. That fondness inevitably leads me down a path to other happy memories, but always that reason for leaving is quietly waiting for me. Thankfully, it's not waiting for me with a pointed stick or a bloody glove, but it is just there waiting for me to come on over for another look. I do look at it again. I can't help it. It's like looking at something dead in the road. It makes you sad but you still want to know what it was.

I am grateful that when I do look, I feel sorry for the dead critter, and in this context I mean the dead relationship. It's dead because things change. Someone built a new road, someone kept too many secrets, some corporation bought a small business. Things change. They have to change. I had hoped something good would come out of that change for me before I felt there was no other option. I left because it was the best thing to do for my mental health. I had to make my universe more balanced and less stressing to live in.

For the others, I hope it was an uninvited opportunity to look for something better than what I could no longer share.
Happy Birthday. I'm thinking of you, and I hope you are well and happy. I am happy too.
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I've been asked to do something that I'm good at to help out. If there wasn't so much baggage that went with that request, I would just do it and shut up about it.

It was mine to begin with. It was what I was originally hired for, and then it was taken from me without a real explaination.
Things that I used to do and processes I created to make things work were shredded once they left me. Where they went to, well... that someone's head grew three sizes once they had my job. OK, really more like 12 sizes. I'd say that head was always inflated, but hidden from the general public. Now the true colors were bursting about like a constant fireworks display for all to see.
I was given something else to do and I got really good at that. Now I do a lot of it and I've gotten some good fan mail and some excellent reviews. I rock.
Another responsibility was given to me that I was hesitant to take, but I got comfortable with that and now I'm all about it. I own them and they come to me for answers, and I am truly happy to help.
And then they wanted me to back up fat head since the fat head was now in charge of another similar task.
Really?
That was not something I could ever stomach, and I protested and was prepared to go on strike. Just talk to the hand, bitch.
Now I have been asked to step up and be a "hero" since the big giant head can't work with anyone else.
Really? Are you still talking to me?
I should also mention that there was a second person that was assigned to the big giant head's department that did a lot of work and really was eager to help. The big giant head was far too egotistical to think that anyone else would ever be as fabulous or as competent and that person was eventually beaten and evicted. I know this second person incredibly well. Like biblically incredibly well.
I hear tell people say that hard work is its own reward. I work hard at what I do. I have to say when I can make it all work out, I do feel pretty good about what I have accomplished.
I do have a problem when I am asked to do someone else's job for them AS WELL AS MY OWN when he/she has crowed loudly and widely about how he/she can do it all himself/herself.
Really?
I call shenanigans.
Maybe I should call chicanery instead. That does seem to fit better.
This situation sucks. I hope Karma makes a visit to the chicaner soon.
We all know Karma keep her own schedule and you never really know when she's actually going to show up. Like my friend Beckie.

Goddammit.

Déjà Vu

Jan. 1st, 2012 07:49 pm
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Wow. Almost a whole year with me not putting anything into my journal. I am so lame.

I re-read my entire journal. It wasn't hard since it's so pathetically small. I find that I would have the same things to say about 2011 that I did about 2010: I like my job but it makes my brain hurt, I dislike the holidays, last year was full of challenges (financial and job-related) but we survived.

I suppose it would be too much if it was too different. I am a creature of habit for as much as I think that I am not. Change does not come quickly unless I am completely fed up with someone or something, and still I have to be really emotionally unstable to make that kind of drastic change. And by drastic, I mean to cut something/someone out. A paying job. A person. A group. As I review the past year and the year before, I find that I am surprisingly OK with the changes I have made for myself.

I honestly like my new job. It's not really new as I'll have been there three years in May. I didn't think it would have been possible to change professions like I did at my age. The planets and universe aligned for me and I went from the commercially artistic realm and plunged into the financial one. I'm swimming in it now. I felt like I was dog paddling for a long time. I have learned so much that I am still surprised by how much have absorbed. I can't afford to be egotistical enough to think I know everything as I listen to my boss and my co-workers and there is still so much I have absolutely no clue about. There's no handbook, professional classes or websites to reference. It's all hands on and it's (sometimes) trial by fire.

I don't miss some of the people I thought I would when I found that our circles don't overlap much anymore. Sure, FaceBook lets us all keep tabs on the folks we love, like and tolerate. I find FB posts like a random 15 seconds of an acquaintance's world. Some are brazen in what they say. For myself, I try not to post anything too over the top in the personal department. If you need to know what's going on, I'm going to call or you're going to call or maybe we'll even meet for lunch and have some face time. FB has brought me in touch with a great many friends I thought I'd lost over the years and for that I am grateful. Still, it's those you slide away from that is disheartening. What the heck happened? People change, circumstances change, variables are thrown in and shit happens. Good or bad, I am more accepting of it as I grow older. I am more at peace. Does age really bring wisdom? Or does getting old make us less tolerant of those that we are no longer compatible with?

I am still making art. I'm trying to be more proactive and yet I find I am still a procrastinator. I have my second sketchbook project to finish. This year I have until the end of January. At least I've already started it, so it's unlike last year when I did it mostly over three days. I have a new Italian Renaissance dress mostly done. That deadline was changed from November to April. I just need to sew on the trim, add the skirt and finish up with the lacings. I have a Polynesian war club to paint and a wooden nightstand to stain. I had hoped to have had all of these projects done already.

Yeah, things change but not too quickly.
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Hello there. I'm so sorry I did write for so long. It's been super busy at work and it's the only thing I was able to focus on. No cooking, no cleaning, very little socializing. Things are changing around in my department, I hope for the better. I really like my supervisor and my boss. I am sure they have my back. Comparing it to my last job of 20+ years, this is a major relationship improvement.

Got my art project finished and got it mailed off in time. They extended the deadline a few extra days due to the horrible weather the northeast is having, but I think it was a wonderful excuse for all of us flaky artists who work on our projects at the last minute to give us more time to make it happen. I made it happen, thank you, and I appreciate Mother Nature's timely intervention on my behalf.
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And there's reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last.

I am so happy that the end of the year is almost here. This year was very trying, and although I can't tell you about just one large issue that was totally overwhelming, it just happened to be a series of little things one after another. My situation, our situation, is not terrible. We suffered no major financial losses or threats, but our credit card balance was at an all time high. The man's father passed away suddenly, and tragically - but not painfully - in the backyard. It was lung cancer. My cat also met his end, also from lung cancer.

I was seriously hoping for some extra cash in the fourth quarter. I did manage to sell a photo to Toronto Magazine for a nice surprise sum. Not really the sum I was hoping for, but it was cash I wasn't expecting. Beckie and I are going to hold a rummage sale at the next SCA event we go to. Last year I made $207 off of stuff I don't want anymore. I hope to make the same or more this year. We'll see.

The holidays were a sort of trial for both of us with our families, none of which I am going to go into here. I have not been fond of the holidays for years now, and this year was no different. The man and I spent our reward points from three credit cards on gifts for ourselves. Yeah, we had quite a few. We're getting some nice stuff, including a stainless steel waffle maker.

I have high hopes for the upcoming year. I know it will not be like this year, and I know we will be challenged again at some point. I am already feeling more positive, and that kind of attitude can be productive. I already have piled a lot of projects on my plate, the first of which needs to be in the mail and postmarked by January 15th. I seriously need to finish that one if I do nothing else.

Sewing!

Dec. 1st, 2010 11:02 pm
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I have been very happy for the past couple of days as I am sewing again. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed it so much. I'm not sure if it's the act of creation, or the fact that I am making things for people I care about. I find myself thinking of fit, design and color - and would that person be incredibly surprised by what I have done for them. I do not like to make things for people as a gift for a special occasion - I never have. I like to make things, and I like to make things for people that ask me to make things for them, but I do not like to make things just for no reason.

Like this one outfit I am putting together right now. I told him that I would make him a new outfit if he gave me back something I made for him that had some distressed seams. He was reluctant to hand them over, but I told him I would make him a new outfit if he did. So he did. And I am making an outfit - simple, but I think right up his alley. I hope he likes it as much as I like it.

And I have all kinds of ideas for my spouse as well. It's all about heraldry. And dags. And the 1400s. It's not Italian. I know. Well, it's not for me, it's for him and it makes him happy.

I am going to make myself a new dress, but I don't know when. I had to go buy some machine needles as I managed to break every single one I had. There was a sale table and I had to look on it - you know, just in case. I found some lightweight 100% cotton fabric for $1.95/yard. I bought 16 yards in two shades of green and a really lovely purple. I am going to recreate a dress. I don't know the name of the portrait off hand, but the dress is green and rust. I am going to follow the design of the dress, but I think I am going to take some liberty with the sleeves and make them a solid color. It's in my head and not on paper. I haven't committed to it yet as I haven't done any research or properly evaluated how I am going to make the bodice with such flimsy stuff - but I really, really want to make it.

And that's why it's all so good right now. I want to make it. And I want to make it for me.

And I will feel pretty. Like a princess!
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Thanksgiving was yesterday. I did not cook the meal, nor was it at my house, and I managed to come home with more food than I left with.

I had to work today. I was told to leave at 2:20pm. I'm ok with that, I just wish I knew it was all closing down by 2pm. I really thought it would be by 4pm. Last to know - that's me.

I really, really want to create something tomorrow. I have some mending to do first and then I want to cut into some fabric. I need to do it. It's distracting how much I am thinking about it. Tomorrow - hunt for fabric for project and wash if need be. Then cut, sew, and be happy!
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At least that's what it felt like. The bed was stripped and then covered with clean, folded bits of everything - socks, shirts, towels, sheets, etc. It's nice to have those darn baskets empty. For as many chores I plan to do in a weekend, I never get them all done. Every thing's done except the bathrooms. Maybe tomorrow.

Yesterday we went to the Art Show in St. Pete. Not as many cool vendors this year. I has some money I did not feel guilty about spending, but I didn't want anything. Instead, we had a great lunch and spent money at Ikea on gifts for other people, and stuff for the house like purple bed sheets. You can never have enough sheets and purple ones at that price don't come along every day.

Things are looking up. Karma is turning her wheel, finances are looking good, holidays don't look so awful, work is very busy. Except for the damn cat. She still feels the need to pee outside of her litter box. It's not that it's dirty, not that she's ever lacking for food or has the entire freakin' house to herself. It's always something small and irritating with that beast. Everything on the horizon looks great, except for the cat randomly peeing somewhere I don't want her to.

I am so tired from this weekend's activities. Too much fun, too many chores, not enough time in the day.

It's always something.
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Been spending a lot of hours at my desk, doing my job, answering my phone. I am tired. Apparently it's the time of year - the end of the year - when retirement plans have to move. Why? Because it's the end of the year? You can move that damn plan anytime you want, so please don't tell me it has to be liquidated and the money wired to you on January 1, 2011. It's a Saturday and NO ONE will send a wire on a Saturday. You'll have to deal with it coming a day early or two days later. Yes, deal. Thank you.

Last Thursday and Friday was time well spent with my California sister. She was coming into town for a visit with Mom and it was my turn to pick up her at the airport and take her around town. We had a really good time, but unfortunately did a lot of driving too. The cool things are never close together, are they? She then spent two days at my oldest sister's house where Mom is currently in residence. It was a quick visit and she's already back home. Still, it's always a good visit. It's good to know that we think the same, have the same perception of things. Not all of my siblings are alike. Makes it interesting.

Saturday, the man and I attended Crown Tourney. I took lots of photos, talked to lots of people, skipped a meeting a took a long afternoon nap. Ahhh, bliss. It was not an exciting day, although some parts of it were very exciting and kind of eye-opening. I can take it or leave it, but when someone asks me to participate in a cool artistic project I get all focused and obsessive. I came up with all kinds of ideas, some of which I can implement on my own for my own benefit. I do have a deadline, so I need to get cracking. The deadline is, of course, self imposed. If I don't have a deadline, I will putter around with an idea for years. Years. No lie.

I am finding that I am becoming more self-directed. That's good. For a long time, I had to be part of something to be happy. I still enjoy being part of a group project, but it's OK if it doesn't happen. I am also being sought out for my design talent - something I tried so hard to make others see. Now that I don't give a rat's ass if I ever design anything for anyone ever again, here they come with their requests. It's nice. I feel like I am recognized for what I can do, not what I have to do. Each request fills my brain and I start the creative process at the mere suggestion of the possibilities of what it could actually become. Lucky, none of my ideas have cost me money yet, just my time and energy and mad drawing skills. I find myself wanting to create again. After being in a rut for so long, it feels pretty darn good to want to make something.

Then there's my job. I'm getting better at it. I am able to balance more than one task at a time, although I do tend to forget at least one thing that has to get pushed off to the next day. Thank goodness for sticky notes! I feel like they are part of my brain that doesn't get tired from thinking and solving problems. It's good and bad. I am challenged by this job, but I haven't made a major mistake yet. I hope to never do that. Believe me, I have screwed up, but I've been very lucky. Like forgetting to sell $92k of securities, but finding out it was the money market fund that has an unchanging value. So very lucky indeed.
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Speaking confidently does not make you right.
It's good to have confidence to tackle any obstacle. It's also good to have humility to admit you are wrong. If you are confident, and you are confident the people around you are morons, then you're an egotistical, insecure bully that needs some therapy. Let's discuss your daddy issues, shall we?

Always lock your doors.
I would love to give my fellow man the benefit of the doubt, but he has disappointed me on too many occasions.

Read.
Books, magazines, newspapers, cereal boxes, catalogs, billboards, directions, fine print, old book reports from 5th grade. Read it all and formulate your own opinions. Don't let anyone make your personal decisions for you. For crissakes you have a brain - have an opinion, have a thought, have a discussion.

Life isn't fair.
There are lots of ass-kissers out there who don't mind throwing you under the bus, taking credit for things they haven't done, and telling the world how wonderful they are. It will seem like no one will ever do anything about these suck ups. Take a close look at these folks. They are pretty miserable, lonely, insecure - those that are miserable want everyone else to be miserable too. Don't get sucked into their drama. Those at the top of the heap tend to get pushed or fall off by themselves. Don't worry, they'll be screaming that it wasn't their fault to begin with as they get escorted out the door by HR. Or if we're really lucky, by the police.

Men should not dye their hair.
I feel very strongly about this if the man in question is suffering a mid-life crisis. It makes the man look a little foolish, and a little anxious, and overall very desperate. Don't do it. Men with gray hair are sexy. There is this one fellow I know who represented all of the above. If you dye your hair and your beard is white, who do you think is going to buy that look? Seriously.

Be responsible.
Take full responsibility for everything. It's your life, your decisions, your stuff. Own it. Embrace it. Never make a promise - or a threat - you don't intend to carry out.

Always wear the proper foundation garments.
This is true in any situation and applies to everyone. Next time you think you are looking suave by not wearing that bra/jockey shorts, you'll find yourself in an embarrassing situation where your friends, non-friends and your enemies will mock you unmercifully. Sometimes photos are taken and posted online for even better humiliation. You don't think so? Take a look at PeopleofWalMart.com and tell me I'm wrong.
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Had a very busy weekend, what with all the socializing that's been going on. Read an email from Miss Sid Saturday afternoon, said she was having some friends over and would we like to join them? Sure! So we popped on over about 6:30ish pm and hung out until well after 1am. We brought a bottle of riesling and we drank that plus half a bottle of some other wine she had. I was feeling pretty good. I was asleep in the car on the way home.

Sunday, the man wanted to try out the newest tiki bar in town. Trader Vic's opened up shop in Sarasota, so we had to go down there and check things out. I was concerned as it was listed as an "Island Bar & Grill" but the food turned out OK. Seriously, it's a bar with bar food, but it was all kinds of tasty. We had brunch and rum beverages before noon. It was awesome. I had the grog because it had grapefruit juice in it. Logical for a breakfast cocktail, right? Yeah, I could have napped on the way home from that excursion as well.

Monday. Well, Monday was a long day. I got home at 8pm and I had every intention of rounding out my two-day alcohol sampling event with a beer. My man made a yummy dinner of pasta and eggplant, and a beer simply wouldn't do with that kind of food. I had a glass of wine with dinner, then another glass of wine with my computer. I can't say I slept well as I woke up quite a few times after some very vivid and bizarre dreams.

Tonight I was too pooped to make dinner after another 8pm arrival home after work, so I had Cheerios right out of the box with no beverage accompaniment. I'm not even sure how much longer I will be able to spend here tonight. I have really been wanting to write lately, and I actually feel guilty when I don't. I'm pleased that the urge to write has come back and has started hanging out with me again. I don't want to scare it off as I do want to cultivate a better relationship with it than I had before. I have a long-term project in mind and I need the help.
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Today the furniture for the guest room arrived! The bed filled up the entire room. It's a little overwhelming, but it is a room specifically for my guests to sleep in. We got a nice queen size bed so they can be extra comfy. I have some more things I need to do to finish it, but the furniture was the hardest part. Well, paying for the furniture I wanted was the hardest part as I did not want just any furniture. It needed to be comfortable, accommodating, made of wood and somewhat stylish. Style cost money

I paid the bills tonight. Not like we are suffering, not like we don't have cash for groceries, not as if anything will be repossessed... I just wish we had a little more than we do. Nothing but whining here, wishing for more. I am seriously hoping for a holiday bonus. Since I am now in a company that may actually give out a monetary bonus instead of a luncheon catered by Sonny's BBQ, I think about it often. I know I am probably getting my hopes up for no good reason, but a girl can hope.

What would I do with that little extra cash? Either pay off some credit card debt or put it in the cigar box for a nice vacation. I am hoping the darn stock I have will go up to $14 so we can sell it, make a nice little profit even with Uncle Sam taking his share of it, and get that debt down. If that happens, I can put the hopeful bonus money towards a trip.

I got my eye on Egypt right now. That's going to cost me a bunch of cash, and I don't exactly know when that trip is going to happen. It will. I also want to go to Machu Picchu. I found a cruise that will take me there and down the Amazon River for a couple of days. That will be after Egypt, and maybe after another trip back to Europe.

We are not going anywhere anytime soon. I like to plan, and I am not patient, so it's a mostly fruitful combination as long as I stay focused. Staying focused is something I am not good at. What a combination.

Sixteen

Oct. 24th, 2010 10:41 pm
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It's been 16 years since I married my Mr. Right. Don't regret a thing about doing it and never had a second thought. To celebrate our time together, we dedicated a whole weekend to fun. We tried to plan, but sometimes when we make plans things don't turn out as well, so it was a half planned, half spontaneous kind of weekend date.

It started on Friday afternoon when I pinged him with "Want to go to Drag Queen bingo?" And he replied, "Yeah, I do." So I made a reservation for two and we made it there on time. It was a horseshoe-shaped dinner theater with three levels, and we were to the side and in the third tier. We weren't there long when we got moved down to the floor table with a much better view and (possibly) a much better spot to be harassed from by the Drag Divas. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it ended up being a really great and fun time. Lots of profanity, derogatory insults, drinking and bingo. Drag Queen Bingo has its own rules, and not being an active participant is grounds for harassment no matter who you are. They knew how to dish it. I would love to go back again. Great dinner theater in a charming, out-dated smalltown fashion kind of way.

Saturday was a day of great debate when we tried to find a spot in Sarasota that encompassed interaction with monkeys. We were not able to find anything in that part of town, so I asked the man if we could go to Mote Marine Aquarium instead. It's both an aquarium and a research laboratory. It was cool, kind of small, but definitely had its good points. I got to see a loggerhead turtle up close and took lots of pictures of her. We saw some rescued great horned owls, some live puffer fish, and lots of weird jellyfish. We also took a two-hour Eco Tour of Sarasota Bay which turned out to be interestingly educational and fun. The day was clear and the water was calm. Lots of dolphins were sighted (as in lots of dorsal fins were sighted).

We were going to go to St. Armand's Circle for dinner, but we spotted a restaurant on the bay and ate there instead. We shared mahi, steamed shrimp, fries and salad. We did end up at the Circle anyways as there was some debate regarding dessert, and the dessert in question was gelato. We found a wonderful little French place that had real divine macarons and gelato - of which we purchased some of each. Daryle got a wonderful tiki shirt from Taffy's Menswear, and I got a new piece of art for the kitchen that has to do with the always asked but never really answered "why are we here?" question.

Tonight for dinner we ate at Roy's Hawaiian Fusion in Tampa. We like to do a fancy dinner for our anniversary, and this year we were having a hard time deciding where to go. I am on the mailing list for Roy's Tampa, and I got an email at 3:30pm on Friday stating that they are going to have a special dinner with the head chef. I looked at my email at 4:30 and was sure we'd get in. Sadly, we did not as the event was booked in 25 minutes. We were the first on the waiting list and, lucky for us, two people canceled and we got the call at 6pm Saturday night! We had a six-course meal with the head chef Rob Leto. We talked about all kinds of things for about two-and-a-half hours. I am still feeling pretty uncomfortable after eating it all. I should have stopped after the short ribs and took my dessert home, but I ate it anyway and all of it was delicious.

To sum up: No monkeys, Sarasota Bay, six-course gourmet meal, St. Armand's Circle, Drag Queen Bingo, and sixteen happy years. That's pretty darn good.
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That's the last time I go out of my way for a client that has no idea what they are doing. I was nice, it was a mistake. There will be no next time. From now on, you will give me what I ask you to, and then I will give you the information. If you don't want to do that, if you want to argue and threaten, if you want to pretend that there was no error on either side (especially yours), that's fine. You forget that I am in control of the money. It's not my money and it's not your money, it's theirs and there are government rules in place to protect it. I am not sending you shit until what I need is in good order. That's company policy. That's the way it's going to be. That's a fact.

Business is business. I am not your pal and I don't have to do you any favors. I am not making that mistake twice.
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Today I got my roots dyed back to the color I want them to be instead of gray. I am also letting my hair grow a little longer, and my stylist did a great job. I feel pretty!

While sitting in the chair with the dye doing its work, I read the all the People magazines I could get my hands on. I know I am getting older as I don't know who a third of these so-called celebrities are, and boy do they wear some crappy clothing in public. I got my hands on the "Style" issue and I actually found something useful - a leather backpack. I hope they are coming back into vogue as I really want one for when we travel. I'm going to look for one for my next trip, wherever it may be. France? Egypt? or California for my niece's wedding? Then, of course, there's the issue of spending money I don't have right now to get to such places.

Sitting there flipping through the magazine, I came across an ad for JCPenney. My mom always brought me and my brother to JCP before the start of the new school year for new clothes, socks and underwear. When I grew up and needed to restock the underwear drawer, I always went back to JCP for supplies. Then, with the help of a good friend, I was introduced to the Dillard's sale rack, and JCP went by the wayside. Still, you can't beat JCP for a good sale rack either. I have found clothing for me and for the husband priced at $4! I have to buy lots of new clothes because it's like they are making me feel stupid for leaving such a bargain behind.

The real reason the JCP ad caught my eye was that I recognized the model. It was an "America's Next Top Model" winner in the ad. Danielle. I have to say I was surprised as I have never seen one of them in an ad outside of the TV show. The magazines I subscribe to are Cooks Illustrated and National Geographic Travel, so that's probably the real good reason why I haven't seen much of any winner. Not much use for lipstick ads in those.

America's Next Top Model. That's an awful show that I love to watch. I wish they would spend more time on the photo shoots than the pettiness of 20-something girls who have absolutely no life experience. I will watch entire seasons on a Saturday marathon on Oxygen while I am doing chores around the house. It's addictive. I love the clothing, and I love the situations they must pose in. Really, I want to be the person to design the sets. That's an awesome job.

Anyway, back to me and my fabulous new 'do. I hate the itchiness that hair dyes does to my scalp. As I sit here and type, there is a powerful and irresistable irritation clawing at the back of my head. The only consolation is that as I run my fingernails across my head for some relief, my hair feels great and I can be content in knowing my hair is all the same color for the next six weeks.

Day two.

Oct. 19th, 2010 10:46 pm
monalisa1492: La Gioconda (Default)
I had a very long day today that taxed my brain. My phone rang constantly and it seemed like every one of my customers wanted to ask me a question. In actuality, maybe it was about five people that phoned me, but each call lasted at least fifteen minutes. I did two hour-long training sessions a half hour apart during my regular lunch break. I am very lucky my second session was one very smart lady so I didn't have to stop and explain everything in minutiae like I had to in my first one.

Three Letters of Termination came in today for three 401k plans. Add that to the two that came in yesterday. They all want to move in late December, and my New Year's Eve is already stacked with liquidation appointments. My boss wasn't kidding when she said things were going to pick up. I didn't think it would be so fast. This time last year I was just processing 403b ISA, PSA, and PEG requests and it was repetitive and tedious but relatively easy. This is not going to be the case this holiday season.

So I'm working on a hockey logo for a friend of mine. He asked and I'm doing it. I did three versions already, and some shoulder patches. I think it looks pretty cool for a hockey team that doesn't even exist. I also did a t-shirt design that reminds me of a vodka ad. I have been informed that's OK and the big, stinky stick-jocks that are my target market will love it. I wish that either shirt was going to be more than one color. The funding for the project is out-of-pocket (my buddy's own pocket) so it needs to get sold and it needs to make a profit. Considering all the t-shirt designs that I have done over the years, we have sold 95%-100% of everything I have designed. Let me clarify that I created and sold one medieval t-shirt design a year for ten consecutive years, and each printing run was about two gross of shirts. Some years, if the design was popular, we did a reprint the next year of a lesser quantity.

I think I am cocky with overconfidence that my one color t-shirt design is genius, but them I think I need to settle the heck down and do another design in case the first one really sucks and I just can't see it because I am blinded with my own creativity. My deadline is Sunday, and I hope I have a decision by then.

It will be an easier decision to make tomorrow.
monalisa1492: La Gioconda (Default)
First I want to thank мrѕ. мιѕanтнrope for the invitation. I had been trying for quite some time to get myself a code, but I was always about six hours behind everyone else. I got lucky today - and I am very grateful for this opportunity. Thank you.

I really need to find myself, my artistic self. I lost my muse about three years ago when we started the process of selling the house. Now that we have sold the old, purchased a new one and decorated most of it, I have no reason to not get back into the groove and start in with the artsy crap. I still have a ton of fabric, paints, and god knows what else crammed into my Ikea cubicle at the end of the hallway.

I don't have a path, or a theme, or really any direction. I am just here to see what happens. My fingers are crossed.
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