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Saw Just Go With It (OMG I LOVED IT, OKAY) and Unknown (I think I mentally over-hyped it too much, my bad) on... Saturday? I don't know. Sunday, I don't remember. Really. OH! I think Sunday was the huge fucking snowstorm! YEAH. So I didn't do shit. I had some random emo episode, meaning, I felt like crying all day and I didn't even know why, but I chalk it up to hormones~. It's ~that time~.
Monday, UGH IT'S HARD WORKING ON A HOUSE DAY. Like I totally forgot I had work - not literally, but I mean like I forgot I wouldn't have time to make a discussion post graphic so I should have made it ahead of time but it didn't occur to me. LUCKILY, I managed, but I will have to start planning ahead. LOVED THE EPISODE. GOD. IT WAS SUCH A CUTE WAY OF SHOWING US WHAT HOUSE AND CUDDY WERE PROBS LIKE AS KIDS WITHOUT DOING A FLASHBACK. I shipped those bbs so hard. AND IT WAS SO FUN. I LOVE WHEN HOUSE HAS FUN. Not the character, but like, the show. IDEK. I've been kind of detached this season (I think because I enjoy the passion and fight of wanting things much more than actually getting them, in all areas of life, but that's another post for another day) BUT THIS WAS SO ENGAGING. And the color. And the film references. Dead. P.S. I'm totally on Cuddy's side, okay. I get that it's "just a toothbrush" and "she knows that he loves her" but I so fucking get why she was pissed. SO cute how he fixed it, though. I love them. ALSO I AM SO EXCITED FOR EPISODE FIFTEEN I CAN'T EVEN.
We went to trivia and the host was like, "I HAVE NEW REGULARS, I AM SO EXCITED". One of the categories was Bonerific Disney Babes. I lol'd because like 9/12 questions were about cartoon princesses and worded all slimey. We got third place, BLAH. So we got more wing sauce that I'm never going to fucking eat. So our new goal is, if we're going to place third, we're going to try to get the full gradient of sauce - like, replicate the spread they have cut out on the top of their menu lmao. Lindsey had our certificate for 50 wings that we won last week, and in fine print on the bottom it says you must have a party of 5 to use it. So we get there and she says to the waitress, "UGH, do we HAVE to have 5 people to use this? We don't have 5 friends." lmao. The waitress was like, "... you can use it." Jason and I hate wings so Lindsey had 50 wings in front of her. She was like, "Can we just have like, half?" and the waitress was like, "No, you need to get them all." WHICH, I DON'T GET, BUT WHATEVER. WAY TO WASTE FOOD, BWW.
I was a little hungover the next morning. It was fine though. BUT I WAS AN HOUR LATE TO WORK BECAUSE OF TRAFFIC. WHAT THE FUCK, WHY, WHY IS IT LIKE THIS. The snow. Fucker. It's okay though, everyone was late, so it was okay. I was just freaking out because I don't want to screw this up. I love this job so much, you guys. Everyone is so nice and I literally get paid to fucking Photoshop. I get two big monitors linked together, and have Photoshop and InDesign open constantly. I do sometimes type stuff up, but that's rare. I mostly take what they already have, add images and tables and make it look nice, open InDesign books and make edits going off of their notes, copy massive architectural plans on a huge copier, mount and trim posters, PRINT THINGS OMG THEY HAVE THIS HUGE FUN PRINTER AND MILLIONS OF PAPERS AND OFFICE SUPPLIES I CANT EVEN LIVE. And oh my god klhsdfjla I learned how to make books, so I export PDFs and then print, punch, & bind books now, all these fun machines.. I spent most of yesterday working on this book for this guy, John (p.s. I love InDesign). He put a bunch of images in a folder and told me to put them into his proposal and just lay everything out so it looks nice. And then he kept telling me how great it looked when I was done. LIKE THIS IS JUST THE STUFF I LOVE ANYWAY, IT'S *FUN*. AND IT MAKES ME FEEL GOOD WHEN MY PERFECTIONISM IS NOTICED AND BENEFICIAL.
I really, really hope they ask me to stay. I have never felt so comfortable at a job. I'm just so in my element, doing these creative things. Misty, she sits across from me and I do a lot of stuff for her, she asked if I liked temping or if I was interested in full-time work "because we *looks up at ceiling* really like you". This was my second day. I told her YES I want full-time work (I don't really but HERE? FUCK YEAH.) and she was all, "GREAT I will be sure to mention that to Kim." And then there's Linda, I like her because she brings me a lot of posters to do AND I LOVE POSTERS, okay. Anyway. I passed by this guy, Luke, and we were all, "Hi!" "Hi!" because everyone is just super nice in general, and Linda was like, "Oh, have you met Luke?" and I was like, no, and she was like, "Luke, this is Alyssa, she's going to be with us, we hope, for a very long time." AND THEN! I was trimming a poster that looked like a Monopoly board and this woman was in there and we just started talking in gen, and then I asked her what she did and she does graphics and was like, "I actually made that board!" So I like, died and was all, "OH MY GOD IF YOU ARE EVER TOO BUSY, SEND ME SOME PROJECTS" and she was like, "Yeah, I heard you really like Photoshop." omg how cool. lolll. sldafhlhfa. Then she and Misty were talking kind of by my cube, swapping stories about temping, and Martha (the graphic lady) turned to me and was like, "When you leave, make sure to get a recommendation letter from Kim" and Misty was like, "... she's not leaving." And Martha was like, "Yeah, I've heard good things!" WHICH WAS COOL AS SHIT BECAUSE I HADN'T EVER SPOKEN TO HER BEFORE OR DONE ANYTHING FOR HER. SO GOD, PLEASE CROSS YOUR FINGERS THAT I GET TO WORK HERE FOR MOAR THAN THE ALLOTTED TEMP TIEM.
Also, fuck, I got a message from Marc today. One of his ad clients [insert media company], their Marketing Director is looking for someone who is "more than an assistant - someone who helps business development", someone who, in her words, "is a good writer, has a good eye for design, someone who keeps things moving and organized, NOT someone to answer my phone and get my lunch" (WHICH GOD I LOVE THAT, OKAY). He asked if that'd be something I'd be interested in. GOD, IT/SHE SOUNDS SO FUCKING ACE AND I WANT TO WORK FOR HER TOO. WHY COULDN'T EITHER OF THESE JOBS HAVE COME A COUPLE/FEW MONTHS AGO. WHY ALL AT ONCE, UNIVERSE? DAMN. So IDK, I explained my situation and told him I'm interested but would love more info first. I don't know. I just... aklsfj. I feel like I SHOULD be going towards this one because it's more along the lines of where I want to end up in life, it's closer than property management but at the same time, here I GET to do the things I love ANYWAY, plus here it's a stand-out that I'm creative and aesthetically inclined - not a given/expectation. And that makes me comfortable and confident instead of nervous, you know? But maybe I should be nervous. I don't know. I feel like this is a ~crossroads~ moment and it freaks me out. I'll wait until I have more info though. In the meantime, loving the job I already have. OMG did that sentence come out of my mouth. QUICK SOMEBODY HELP HER SHE IS SPEAKING IN TONGUES.
My dad stopped by after I got home today, and he told me about how last night, my mom texted him or something, he texted her back and then got "Who is this?" And he thought she was just WASTED or something because she allegedly didn't know who he was. So then he was like, "You drunk fuck. It's your ex-husband. OH, wait, your second ex-husband. Leave me alone, I'm playing cards." lol. HE GOT ONE BACK, "Um, wrong number..." LOL HE TEXTED HER OLD CELL PHONE THAT SHE HAD IN VEGAS BY ACCIDENT. So some poor woman in Vegas got that text, brb dying. And then she sent another, "I JUST GOT THIS PHONE. I'M NOT YOUR EX-WIFE NOR AM I A DRUNK. No worries, have a good night." lmaooooo. It kills me, the sudden shift in tone.
ALSO, THIS. I ALREADY POSTED IT ON MY TUMBLR BUT IT NEEDS TO BE EVERYWHERE:
Random things: 1.) my photobucket bandwidth exceeded, SO SORRY ABOUT THE FUG IF YOU SAW ANY. 2.) the radio was so on my side today it was ridiculous. 3.) I ate so healthy today - I told Jason I felt like I was going to faint for a minute at work yesterday, he thought it was because I don't eat breakfast so last night after I fell asleep, he went to the grocery store and when I woke up today, I saw that he had made cute little breakfast packs for the rest of the week, labeled by day and "Love, J". This is what was inside: POPTARTS, a strawberry breakfast shake, a Special K bar, an apple, Gushers, and a stick of gum. And notes on purple post-its on my mirror and my front door. brb, dying. that is like, the cutest thing that has ever happened to me. Mainly because it just proves how well he knows me. 4.) Alex, the guy who took us to Live to Dance, emailed me today, there was a blurb on me and Paula in Adweek titled "The Write Stuff" ♥ ♥ ♥. 5.) I bought my first seasonal bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs yesterday. No, I don't think you even know how much I love those. I know Gemma does, but do the rest of you?
I AM SO TIRED I NEED MORE THAN 24 HOURS IN A DAY.
Monday, UGH IT'S HARD WORKING ON A HOUSE DAY. Like I totally forgot I had work - not literally, but I mean like I forgot I wouldn't have time to make a discussion post graphic so I should have made it ahead of time but it didn't occur to me. LUCKILY, I managed, but I will have to start planning ahead. LOVED THE EPISODE. GOD. IT WAS SUCH A CUTE WAY OF SHOWING US WHAT HOUSE AND CUDDY WERE PROBS LIKE AS KIDS WITHOUT DOING A FLASHBACK. I shipped those bbs so hard. AND IT WAS SO FUN. I LOVE WHEN HOUSE HAS FUN. Not the character, but like, the show. IDEK. I've been kind of detached this season (I think because I enjoy the passion and fight of wanting things much more than actually getting them, in all areas of life, but that's another post for another day) BUT THIS WAS SO ENGAGING. And the color. And the film references. Dead. P.S. I'm totally on Cuddy's side, okay. I get that it's "just a toothbrush" and "she knows that he loves her" but I so fucking get why she was pissed. SO cute how he fixed it, though. I love them. ALSO I AM SO EXCITED FOR EPISODE FIFTEEN I CAN'T EVEN.
We went to trivia and the host was like, "I HAVE NEW REGULARS, I AM SO EXCITED". One of the categories was Bonerific Disney Babes. I lol'd because like 9/12 questions were about cartoon princesses and worded all slimey. We got third place, BLAH. So we got more wing sauce that I'm never going to fucking eat. So our new goal is, if we're going to place third, we're going to try to get the full gradient of sauce - like, replicate the spread they have cut out on the top of their menu lmao. Lindsey had our certificate for 50 wings that we won last week, and in fine print on the bottom it says you must have a party of 5 to use it. So we get there and she says to the waitress, "UGH, do we HAVE to have 5 people to use this? We don't have 5 friends." lmao. The waitress was like, "... you can use it." Jason and I hate wings so Lindsey had 50 wings in front of her. She was like, "Can we just have like, half?" and the waitress was like, "No, you need to get them all." WHICH, I DON'T GET, BUT WHATEVER. WAY TO WASTE FOOD, BWW.
I was a little hungover the next morning. It was fine though. BUT I WAS AN HOUR LATE TO WORK BECAUSE OF TRAFFIC. WHAT THE FUCK, WHY, WHY IS IT LIKE THIS. The snow. Fucker. It's okay though, everyone was late, so it was okay. I was just freaking out because I don't want to screw this up. I love this job so much, you guys. Everyone is so nice and I literally get paid to fucking Photoshop. I get two big monitors linked together, and have Photoshop and InDesign open constantly. I do sometimes type stuff up, but that's rare. I mostly take what they already have, add images and tables and make it look nice, open InDesign books and make edits going off of their notes, copy massive architectural plans on a huge copier, mount and trim posters, PRINT THINGS OMG THEY HAVE THIS HUGE FUN PRINTER AND MILLIONS OF PAPERS AND OFFICE SUPPLIES I CANT EVEN LIVE. And oh my god klhsdfjla I learned how to make books, so I export PDFs and then print, punch, & bind books now, all these fun machines.. I spent most of yesterday working on this book for this guy, John (p.s. I love InDesign). He put a bunch of images in a folder and told me to put them into his proposal and just lay everything out so it looks nice. And then he kept telling me how great it looked when I was done. LIKE THIS IS JUST THE STUFF I LOVE ANYWAY, IT'S *FUN*. AND IT MAKES ME FEEL GOOD WHEN MY PERFECTIONISM IS NOTICED AND BENEFICIAL.
I really, really hope they ask me to stay. I have never felt so comfortable at a job. I'm just so in my element, doing these creative things. Misty, she sits across from me and I do a lot of stuff for her, she asked if I liked temping or if I was interested in full-time work "because we *looks up at ceiling* really like you". This was my second day. I told her YES I want full-time work (I don't really but HERE? FUCK YEAH.) and she was all, "GREAT I will be sure to mention that to Kim." And then there's Linda, I like her because she brings me a lot of posters to do AND I LOVE POSTERS, okay. Anyway. I passed by this guy, Luke, and we were all, "Hi!" "Hi!" because everyone is just super nice in general, and Linda was like, "Oh, have you met Luke?" and I was like, no, and she was like, "Luke, this is Alyssa, she's going to be with us, we hope, for a very long time." AND THEN! I was trimming a poster that looked like a Monopoly board and this woman was in there and we just started talking in gen, and then I asked her what she did and she does graphics and was like, "I actually made that board!" So I like, died and was all, "OH MY GOD IF YOU ARE EVER TOO BUSY, SEND ME SOME PROJECTS" and she was like, "Yeah, I heard you really like Photoshop." omg how cool. lolll. sldafhlhfa. Then she and Misty were talking kind of by my cube, swapping stories about temping, and Martha (the graphic lady) turned to me and was like, "When you leave, make sure to get a recommendation letter from Kim" and Misty was like, "... she's not leaving." And Martha was like, "Yeah, I've heard good things!" WHICH WAS COOL AS SHIT BECAUSE I HADN'T EVER SPOKEN TO HER BEFORE OR DONE ANYTHING FOR HER. SO GOD, PLEASE CROSS YOUR FINGERS THAT I GET TO WORK HERE FOR MOAR THAN THE ALLOTTED TEMP TIEM.
Also, fuck, I got a message from Marc today. One of his ad clients [insert media company], their Marketing Director is looking for someone who is "more than an assistant - someone who helps business development", someone who, in her words, "is a good writer, has a good eye for design, someone who keeps things moving and organized, NOT someone to answer my phone and get my lunch" (WHICH GOD I LOVE THAT, OKAY). He asked if that'd be something I'd be interested in. GOD, IT/SHE SOUNDS SO FUCKING ACE AND I WANT TO WORK FOR HER TOO. WHY COULDN'T EITHER OF THESE JOBS HAVE COME A COUPLE/FEW MONTHS AGO. WHY ALL AT ONCE, UNIVERSE? DAMN. So IDK, I explained my situation and told him I'm interested but would love more info first. I don't know. I just... aklsfj. I feel like I SHOULD be going towards this one because it's more along the lines of where I want to end up in life, it's closer than property management but at the same time, here I GET to do the things I love ANYWAY, plus here it's a stand-out that I'm creative and aesthetically inclined - not a given/expectation. And that makes me comfortable and confident instead of nervous, you know? But maybe I should be nervous. I don't know. I feel like this is a ~crossroads~ moment and it freaks me out. I'll wait until I have more info though. In the meantime, loving the job I already have. OMG did that sentence come out of my mouth. QUICK SOMEBODY HELP HER SHE IS SPEAKING IN TONGUES.
My dad stopped by after I got home today, and he told me about how last night, my mom texted him or something, he texted her back and then got "Who is this?" And he thought she was just WASTED or something because she allegedly didn't know who he was. So then he was like, "You drunk fuck. It's your ex-husband. OH, wait, your second ex-husband. Leave me alone, I'm playing cards." lol. HE GOT ONE BACK, "Um, wrong number..." LOL HE TEXTED HER OLD CELL PHONE THAT SHE HAD IN VEGAS BY ACCIDENT. So some poor woman in Vegas got that text, brb dying. And then she sent another, "I JUST GOT THIS PHONE. I'M NOT YOUR EX-WIFE NOR AM I A DRUNK. No worries, have a good night." lmaooooo. It kills me, the sudden shift in tone.
ALSO, THIS. I ALREADY POSTED IT ON MY TUMBLR BUT IT NEEDS TO BE EVERYWHERE:
Click to viewRandom things: 1.) my photobucket bandwidth exceeded, SO SORRY ABOUT THE FUG IF YOU SAW ANY. 2.) the radio was so on my side today it was ridiculous. 3.) I ate so healthy today - I told Jason I felt like I was going to faint for a minute at work yesterday, he thought it was because I don't eat breakfast so last night after I fell asleep, he went to the grocery store and when I woke up today, I saw that he had made cute little breakfast packs for the rest of the week, labeled by day and "Love, J". This is what was inside: POPTARTS, a strawberry breakfast shake, a Special K bar, an apple, Gushers, and a stick of gum. And notes on purple post-its on my mirror and my front door. brb, dying. that is like, the cutest thing that has ever happened to me. Mainly because it just proves how well he knows me. 4.) Alex, the guy who took us to Live to Dance, emailed me today, there was a blurb on me and Paula in Adweek titled "The Write Stuff" ♥ ♥ ♥. 5.) I bought my first seasonal bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs yesterday. No, I don't think you even know how much I love those. I know Gemma does, but do the rest of you?
I AM SO TIRED I NEED MORE THAN 24 HOURS IN A DAY.