Stress Let Down
That's what he called it, "Stress Letdown." Apparently sometimes when he has big premiers and he is running around getting everything ready, afterwards, he feels a little down. He says it's the question of, "what am I going to do now?" I guess that's what it is.
I feel a little depressed for a slightly different reason. Probably many different factors, which I will mention. None of them really big on it's own... if anything some of them just slowly sucking out enjoyment for me.
1) I had a party last night. I've been planning it for a while, with bumps along the way. I got into a tiff with a friend and I decided to throw it on my own. It's good with him, since he came in the end. He brought me a hunk of gourmet cured bacon as a peace offering. (Yum, and he knows me well...) Still, throwing the party was a nightmare. The "theme" was "Miracle Berries." No, not Acai, but the things called "miracle berry" or "magic berry," which alter the taste of foods after you have them in your mouth. So we did a "flavor trip" and ran around sucking on lemons and hot sauce for the latter part of the party. It went really well.
First off, procuring those berries brought on this tiff with a friend. Then in the end, getting them myself was a fucking hassle. I ordered them online and spent $100 and THEY NEVER CAME. I ended up getting a last minute batch from a gourmet deli in Manhattan (yeah, they sell them for $6 a single berry). Ahead of time I was charging $5 a berry to make up my cost. I wasn't looking for a profit, so I didn't alter that amount. I just wanted to make back some of my cost. (I of course still spent money on beer, wines, LOTS OF FOOD) Still it sucked and now I need to dispute the charges of $100 on my card for the previous order. Ugh, and now I need to deal with that.
I was suppose to help out a friend and go to one of his film shoots to be an extra on this weird side project of his (no no, not glamorous)... a public service announcement on critical thinking. I was excited about it, because I was a nerd, but it was right before this party and faced with all the cleaning ... I decided to bail last minute. His curt comment today is bothering me.
Also, just having people from different parts of your life kind of gets you thinking. It feels like... now that I am in brooklyn and have this godforsaken job, I never see people. I mean, most days, I'm lucky if I can get home, prepare dinner and eat before 9-10pm. I feel a bit stranded in Brooklyn, I should say. A little lonely. Like, all the people there I don't speak to often enough. Many of them, I am lucky if I see them once a month.
I just found out that my boss, the one person in my department that was there longer than I was... is leaving. This is to say that I've only been there a year and in that course of a year... I saw EVERY SINGLE PERSON FROM MY DEPARTMENT LEAVE. First the lead gen guy was fired, the COO who worked with my dept "resigned." Then two additional database people from my department left. The copywriter was fired, and the creative director fired. Then their replacements came... and two of them just left. Last week, they fired a girl from the live events department.
I shouldn't be, but I am quite cocky that they can't fire me. I would actually kind of welcome the time and unemployment.
The real problem at my job is that now I have a boss that doesn't know what is good or what he is doing. He also doesn't brief me on campaigns so I don't know all of his intentions. It comes to bite him in the end, but he still doesn't learn what needs to be done, what the process is, anything about technology, and what even looks good. So... I'm putting together these crappy projects, which completely cause my attention to wander. I don't know what the hell he is trying to do half the time, which speaks to how disorganized the department has become.
The very idea of going back to work makes my melancholy ... linger.
I feel a little depressed for a slightly different reason. Probably many different factors, which I will mention. None of them really big on it's own... if anything some of them just slowly sucking out enjoyment for me.
1) I had a party last night. I've been planning it for a while, with bumps along the way. I got into a tiff with a friend and I decided to throw it on my own. It's good with him, since he came in the end. He brought me a hunk of gourmet cured bacon as a peace offering. (Yum, and he knows me well...) Still, throwing the party was a nightmare. The "theme" was "Miracle Berries." No, not Acai, but the things called "miracle berry" or "magic berry," which alter the taste of foods after you have them in your mouth. So we did a "flavor trip" and ran around sucking on lemons and hot sauce for the latter part of the party. It went really well.
First off, procuring those berries brought on this tiff with a friend. Then in the end, getting them myself was a fucking hassle. I ordered them online and spent $100 and THEY NEVER CAME. I ended up getting a last minute batch from a gourmet deli in Manhattan (yeah, they sell them for $6 a single berry). Ahead of time I was charging $5 a berry to make up my cost. I wasn't looking for a profit, so I didn't alter that amount. I just wanted to make back some of my cost. (I of course still spent money on beer, wines, LOTS OF FOOD) Still it sucked and now I need to dispute the charges of $100 on my card for the previous order. Ugh, and now I need to deal with that.
I was suppose to help out a friend and go to one of his film shoots to be an extra on this weird side project of his (no no, not glamorous)... a public service announcement on critical thinking. I was excited about it, because I was a nerd, but it was right before this party and faced with all the cleaning ... I decided to bail last minute. His curt comment today is bothering me.
Also, just having people from different parts of your life kind of gets you thinking. It feels like... now that I am in brooklyn and have this godforsaken job, I never see people. I mean, most days, I'm lucky if I can get home, prepare dinner and eat before 9-10pm. I feel a bit stranded in Brooklyn, I should say. A little lonely. Like, all the people there I don't speak to often enough. Many of them, I am lucky if I see them once a month.
I just found out that my boss, the one person in my department that was there longer than I was... is leaving. This is to say that I've only been there a year and in that course of a year... I saw EVERY SINGLE PERSON FROM MY DEPARTMENT LEAVE. First the lead gen guy was fired, the COO who worked with my dept "resigned." Then two additional database people from my department left. The copywriter was fired, and the creative director fired. Then their replacements came... and two of them just left. Last week, they fired a girl from the live events department.
I shouldn't be, but I am quite cocky that they can't fire me. I would actually kind of welcome the time and unemployment.
The real problem at my job is that now I have a boss that doesn't know what is good or what he is doing. He also doesn't brief me on campaigns so I don't know all of his intentions. It comes to bite him in the end, but he still doesn't learn what needs to be done, what the process is, anything about technology, and what even looks good. So... I'm putting together these crappy projects, which completely cause my attention to wander. I don't know what the hell he is trying to do half the time, which speaks to how disorganized the department has become.
The very idea of going back to work makes my melancholy ... linger.