Head up in the clouds
But I didn’t want the sky
I wanted my feet firm on the ground
But fate forced me to fly
Self control is something I’m awesome with in some areas, but not in others. For example I’m really good at not getting more cats, because I have two, but I am not good at cleaning up after my art projects as well as not letting art projects explode out of control.
It doesn’t matter how many firsts we will be experiencing this year as husband and wife, Christmas really isn’t feeling very special this year. Then again, it really hasn’t felt very special since I was 13, and I began realizing that all the man-made traditions were just a ploy to get people to buy things for each other so stores could make it into the black by the end of the year. Read more
Since starting my full-time job as a graphic designer, I’ve found myself relying on reading energy. The energy of people, the energy of a room, the energy of collaboration. Trying to gauge how much energy people are investing into projects. Much of the energy of my investment, has gone into cooking with my team. Read more
“Hey. What’s the reason that girls didn’t get moved yesterday?” Read more
I’ve been out with people nearly every night this week. Which is odd for me. As an introvert I’m almost always isolating myself to give me plenty of time to recharge, especially since I work in customer service and spend pretty much 24/7 with people. Not this week though. Read more
“Will you always be here to help me with this?”
“Well, no, this is one of those things you really ought to be self sufficient at eventually.”
She tightened her lips. I knew she didn’t like that response. That’s the way these things go though. When you work in the retail industry your Visual Manager isn’t always there to get things done. She should know that. She’s worked retail before. Read more
“We got a lot done today.”
She rolled her eyes and I made a questioning face at her.
“He doesn’t think we did. He thinks we just wasted that last half hour doing nothing. He doesn’t believe in collaboration.” Read more
Shoppers filled my line as I rang at the register. The day blew by between the fast pace and the rude customers I attempted to dodge. With each passing moment of forcing my smile, I found my face hurting more and more. Soon my eyes began to hurt from keeping them from rolling at the mean/rude/stupid customers. After a while I had to crawl my way away from a register and sit in the office for a few minutes to breath. Read more