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Thursday, August 28, 2003 Big hugs to everyone who wished me a happy b-day! XD Tired of freelancing. Too unstable, and I'm at the point where I CRAVE to talk to other people instead of being cooped up, working. So whoop-de-doo, goign on an interview tomorrow. will be abck to tell you all about it. *wink* Kaonashi cried @ 06:59 PM CST Thursday, August 21, 2003 Hurrah, as of yesterday, I'm another year older! I'm one of those freaks who thinks that the older you get, the more wiser and better you become (Or should be, if you're actually learning from your mistakes instead of repeating them). No crying over "omg, where are my twenties!" for me. At a certain point, you just have to accept getting older and move on to more important things in your life. I can never understand people who get depressed over being a year older, I really can't. Any day you have on this side of the veil is a good one, and I don't think enough people really understand that. Making you rpeace with Father Time is one thing. Being broke on your birthday however, should be outlawed. Hands down, the worse day to be broke is on your birthday. Sure, I know other people are supposed to treat on your day, but it's nice to have a lettle extra money so you can splurge on a little wasteful something for yourself. Besides all the phone calls I got wishing me a good one and Kupo forgetting once again (I'd like to forget his birthday just once so he can see how it feels. But he's a tween and that's...petty.) and the weather being dead nasty humid, I just wanted to stay inside and wilt. No drinks, no club-hopping, no big deal Besides, Ronin wasn't coming over until the weekend anyway, and festivities could wait until then. Then Ronin calls me at about 11pm. He told me that he was finally home after a loooong day at work, which was fine, except suddenly I start hearing weird feedback in the phone and an echoing that sounds like it's coming from– I look out the living room window. I see Ronin, holding a lit birthday cake in his hands singing happy birthday. The neighbors, btw, are having a field day with this. Nosy Neighbor across the street: *sniff* "So romantical! Chivarly isn't dead!" (yes. the old lady actually said that!) Next Door Neighbor: Damn! I oughta try that on mah lady.... I was floored. Out of all of my birthdays (of which there are plenty) this is one that I think I'll remember forever. The expression on his face lit up by the candles on the cake. The light contrasting with the dark. And most of all, the gesture. He didn't have to do this. he was dead tired from work, had to get up at 6 am to go to work the next day. He could have just came over on the weekend and we could have done something then. But he didn't. Sometimes, gesture means everything. ps. Of course I ran down those stairs like a bat out of hell to let him in and blow my candles out! And the cake? d.lish. Kaonashi cried @ 02:04 PM CST Saturday, August 16, 2003 Hmmm...now where was I? Oh yes, about to tell you about one of my old classmates who bid on a design job, did specs on it, only to have bastard take HER shit and bid it around town to different shops saying: This is kinda what i had in mind. Can you possibly do it cheaper than (friend's bid)? And that, my friends, is the nappiest thing I've heard in a while, but there's some good things as well.
Kaonashi cried @ 09:34 PM CST Thursday, August 14, 2003 You will now please excuse London as she goes the fuck off. Freelancing is getting old, fewer and in-between. The solution to this problem, of course, is going out and procuring employment of the pernament kind, except for a few "problems." The job that I temped at doens't want to hire me on a permanent basis because "I don't have the experience for print." The kick-ass job I interviewed with last week said that even though my work was d.lish and they all got on well with me, well....I don't have any corporate design experience." Now the question to that is, how the HELL is one supposed to get corporate design experience if people won't hire you so you can get it? Oh, the icing on the cake? I just got turned down for another position for having "too much experience." Ain't that about three hisses and a fuck? I know that everyone else is swimming in the same boat. The people on the discussion boards at craigslist org are about the mutiny. Some of those people have been out of work for damn near two-three years, and they are people who work in IT, engineering, etc, with over 5 years of experience. So folks, the moral of this story? No matter how shitty your job is, being a broke-ass is even worse. Unless, of course, you do what this lady did and get your blog published. Actually, that book is funny as hell. Screw it. I'm at the point where I'm just going to create clients out of my ass, design for them, get it printed up professionally, and stick it in my book so I can have some of that lovely "corporate" look that companies everywhere love so much. Tommorow, I'll rant about the pros and cons of freelancing without an agency, including the fun bits where clients tie up your valuable time wanting to know the pros and cons of doing a project with you, only to balk when you've had three days of this and ask for a deposit so you can start. I can see why so many freelancers charge "consultant fees" now. If a client's willing to pay 75+ just to talk to you about the possibility of a project, then they're probably serious. Otherwise, don't waste my damn time. *goes to see if www.i-sabrokeass.com is taken* Kaonashi cried @ 01:40 PM CST Saturday, August 9, 2003 Had very disturbing dream last night involving me, Andy Warhol, Frieda Kahlo, Salvador Dali and his wife, Gala, and weird guest appearance by Robert Mapplethorpe (playing a satyr, how appropriate). Would share the weirdness except I have to run now and catch the tail end of Flutag to watch more homemade planes crash into Lake Michigan. Kaonashi cried @ 07:41 PM CST |
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