alright then, quick update before i go about my day.
things are going good in my world. yesterday was my first day of work on the new schedule and my "new beginning" as well. i spent all weekend doing prep-work to kick the Scooter Store Website's ASS in the next two months as well as lay the groundwork for a relaunch of my magazine in January. its been going real good.
having real goals has reinspired the self-discipline that has been lying dormant for more than a year.
this year sucked. there, i said it. i spent too much time lost, confused, scared, confused, sorta working, confused, angry, frustrated, bitter, lonely, and all of those bad things.
thats all over now.
i woke up yesterday and today with my alarm clock for the first time in MONTHS. this is a major achievement, to wake up when the alarm goes off (the first time) even though i am still tired. i have two alarm clocks and i usually either sleep right through the alarms going off or smash the shit out of both of them when they go off, or sometimes even hit the snooze every ten minutes for two hours.
so, unto my good day at work:
work sucks hardcore for the last three months and then i write my boss and manager each an email about my situation, i change my attitude, i go in on time for the first time in months, and suddenly, we're back on track again.
first, i got this crazy flamboyant hair-dresser guy from PROVINCETOWN on the cape as one of my newest customers. he wants some lettering done to his new vehicle (i don't know what kind of car it is, but it looks like a box with wheels and i think its REALLY cool and will definitely be fun to design) and he is LOADED with enthusiasm and very friendly. he kept saying the words that get my junk all juiced up:
"I trust you, you're the expert."
man, you want to get in my pants? tell me you trust my abilities as a designer and i'll turn into such the slut for you, i swear.
he wants me to try some crazy designs and i want to try some crazy designs, so when i meet with him next week i'm gonna propose ILLUSTRATING a figure of probably a man and woman (one for each side) on the car all dressed up and edgy and sexy and stuff. we'll see, if i get to do it, i'll try to post some pictures.
best of all, i've been on the market for a new haircut (i am three weeks away from a mid-80's WWF-style mullet if i don't get someone to clean up the back) and he totally offered me a free haircut. how cool is that? i haven't had a "professional" haircut since i can remember, at least three or four years.
then, minutes later, my boss comes to my desk and asks me if i can handle an excruciatingly simple photoshop task afterwork for X-mas cards his wife wants to make. excellent.
then, he tells me that we're 90% sure to open a second location this winter (as we are a 23 person shop -- almost unheard of in the sign industry) this will be a big deal. he asks for my availablity in the winter because he wants me to consult with him and plan the layout and ergonomics for the new floorplan as well as refine our current operating systems, write an operators manual, and train all of the new design employees (as necessary).
my personal work is on fire. the scooter store characters are rolling in craziness.
and just this morning i got an email from Graphic Artists Guild national convention in Las Vegas, it turns out that the former president of the Boston chapter of the Graphic Artist's Guild wants to nominate me to head up a national commitee of 2-4 people because of my "enthusiasm, phone bravado, and organization skills."
by "phone bravado" i think she means that i like to solve problems by calling the people responsible and flat out asking them what's up. its funny, but you really can DO whatever you want, you just gotta figure out who to call and talk into letting you do it. (this all goes way back to when i used to publish the magazine and would call record labels and such and get interviews with national/international bands, even though i hadn't really published ANYTHING).
so, all is well on this front. usually the first sign that all hell is gonna break loose. but, fuckit, i had such a shitty year, that i expect things to go smooth for a few months at least. if they don't, it would just be like every other chance i had at success being fucked with, and i wouldn't even break a sweat in getting things back on track.
later gators.
go see GARDEN STATE.
seriously.
oh, and i get to see MARILYN MANSON (yay) and the ADICTS over Thanksgiving.
this just might be the first year that I'm actually thankful.
things are going good in my world. yesterday was my first day of work on the new schedule and my "new beginning" as well. i spent all weekend doing prep-work to kick the Scooter Store Website's ASS in the next two months as well as lay the groundwork for a relaunch of my magazine in January. its been going real good.
having real goals has reinspired the self-discipline that has been lying dormant for more than a year.
this year sucked. there, i said it. i spent too much time lost, confused, scared, confused, sorta working, confused, angry, frustrated, bitter, lonely, and all of those bad things.
thats all over now.
i woke up yesterday and today with my alarm clock for the first time in MONTHS. this is a major achievement, to wake up when the alarm goes off (the first time) even though i am still tired. i have two alarm clocks and i usually either sleep right through the alarms going off or smash the shit out of both of them when they go off, or sometimes even hit the snooze every ten minutes for two hours.
so, unto my good day at work:
work sucks hardcore for the last three months and then i write my boss and manager each an email about my situation, i change my attitude, i go in on time for the first time in months, and suddenly, we're back on track again.
first, i got this crazy flamboyant hair-dresser guy from PROVINCETOWN on the cape as one of my newest customers. he wants some lettering done to his new vehicle (i don't know what kind of car it is, but it looks like a box with wheels and i think its REALLY cool and will definitely be fun to design) and he is LOADED with enthusiasm and very friendly. he kept saying the words that get my junk all juiced up:
"I trust you, you're the expert."
man, you want to get in my pants? tell me you trust my abilities as a designer and i'll turn into such the slut for you, i swear.
he wants me to try some crazy designs and i want to try some crazy designs, so when i meet with him next week i'm gonna propose ILLUSTRATING a figure of probably a man and woman (one for each side) on the car all dressed up and edgy and sexy and stuff. we'll see, if i get to do it, i'll try to post some pictures.
best of all, i've been on the market for a new haircut (i am three weeks away from a mid-80's WWF-style mullet if i don't get someone to clean up the back) and he totally offered me a free haircut. how cool is that? i haven't had a "professional" haircut since i can remember, at least three or four years.
then, minutes later, my boss comes to my desk and asks me if i can handle an excruciatingly simple photoshop task afterwork for X-mas cards his wife wants to make. excellent.
then, he tells me that we're 90% sure to open a second location this winter (as we are a 23 person shop -- almost unheard of in the sign industry) this will be a big deal. he asks for my availablity in the winter because he wants me to consult with him and plan the layout and ergonomics for the new floorplan as well as refine our current operating systems, write an operators manual, and train all of the new design employees (as necessary).
my personal work is on fire. the scooter store characters are rolling in craziness.
and just this morning i got an email from Graphic Artists Guild national convention in Las Vegas, it turns out that the former president of the Boston chapter of the Graphic Artist's Guild wants to nominate me to head up a national commitee of 2-4 people because of my "enthusiasm, phone bravado, and organization skills."
by "phone bravado" i think she means that i like to solve problems by calling the people responsible and flat out asking them what's up. its funny, but you really can DO whatever you want, you just gotta figure out who to call and talk into letting you do it. (this all goes way back to when i used to publish the magazine and would call record labels and such and get interviews with national/international bands, even though i hadn't really published ANYTHING).
so, all is well on this front. usually the first sign that all hell is gonna break loose. but, fuckit, i had such a shitty year, that i expect things to go smooth for a few months at least. if they don't, it would just be like every other chance i had at success being fucked with, and i wouldn't even break a sweat in getting things back on track.
later gators.
go see GARDEN STATE.
seriously.
oh, and i get to see MARILYN MANSON (yay) and the ADICTS over Thanksgiving.
this just might be the first year that I'm actually thankful.
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i'm living w/ my parents, i get VERY limited internet.
so sad.