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Monday (8/8) & Tuesday were IDEK. Probably not at all noteworthy. Because I have no notes of them. I think we went bowling on Tuesday. Let me clarify - I know we WENT bowling, I just don't remember what night. They had a raffle and I won free bowling passes~. So did Tony. Kid is quite charmed/lucky as well. Ali had to rush off literally 5 minutes after she got there - she went up to bowl and handed me her phone. "If this rings, YELL TO ME, I HAVE to answer it." It rang, I didn't even have to yell, before she grabbed it and was out the door to talk. She came back in and started packing up her shit. "I have a job interview. Right now." We looked at the clock, it was like 10:30 on a Tuesday! WTF! She got the job though! She's now a 2nd grade teacher. ♥ She left but we all stayed. Every time we got a strike or a spare, the rule was that you had to dance up in front of the lane. It was a blast. Everyone got into it except Molly. It was really lame.
Wednesday, Lance, a super cute member of our Investment Group at work, told me that they finally landed this property and needed shots of it. A couple of weeks back, he asked to see examples of my work so I made him a little disc of city shots I've taken - here, Vegas, Chicago, LA, etc. He said they were perfect and if they got the deal, I could shoot it. They got the deal. It was hard because they're kind of rushing it now, I couldn't shoot on my normal Freelance Friday this week because I was going to my dad's family cabin so we decided that I'd just go after work. "And whatever your rate is, it's fine - go." I kind of really fucking love that.
I went home on my lunch break to get my camera. I passed a protest near the mall and I hated, hated that I had to go back to work, that I couldn't just spontaneously take photos of those people instead. I felt like I used to, free I guess, just at the thought of it. I got home and went to bring a couple of my birthday roses back to work with me but when I took them out of the vase, there was this clear SLIME on the bottom of them. So even though I was going to be late back to work, I cleaned them all up and recut them and then I really felt like myself again. You know, the self that thinks a living precious flower is more important than a stupid time clock. I understand this is not a quality you want in an office employee, but it's a quality you want in an artist and more importantly, a quality I want in my person. I think that's been the problem with me lately. I don't always think like I used to because I don't always GET to. Money and rules and other people, I can't even fucking wait until I don't have to deal with any of these things anymore. In the meantime, I force myself to tend to these things again, to be a little more selfish and a little less concerned.
I went straight downtown after work. The new property is ugly as sin, there isn't even a building there. It's just like, a floating cement floor with green metal spikes coming up. It was really fucking hard. Jason met me because we had a film screening that night and also I always appreciate his help. In terms of technicality, he knows a lot more than I do. I'm learning, though. There was a fence around the entire thing, it was so heinous but he found a place where it was just looped with plastic. We sneaked in, it was super tight and these plants were super spikey but it was fun. He gave me a spare pair of tennis shoes since I left mine at work. We climbed up on the top of the ~structure~ and I managed to get some nice shots of the green things with the skyline in the background. And then we just walked forever and took photos of local downtown attractions. Baseball stadiums, theaters, etc. We lost light quicker than I'd have liked, but I was tired and we had to get going anyway, so.
Sam had tickets to a screening of ~Final Destination 5~ and asked if we wanted them. We went to the mall and stopped in the food court - I got cream cheese puffs and I was really cold. We were happy though. And I think I figured out the secret to 3D movies, okay - sit in front. IT WAS SO MUCH COOLER. We didn't have a choice and first we were like UGH THIS BLOWS but then the film started and it was so awesome, it was so close and in your face.
Thursday 8/11, I got to go to a ~meeting~ at work. We're having a charity event mid-September and we're having a carnival theme. AND I GET TO MAKE ALL OF THE POSTERS AND TAKE PICTURES OF OUR BROKERS WITH CLOWN NOSES AND SHIT AND MAKE ART FOR IT. It is so awesome. I WILL SHOW YOU THINGS LATAR.
Jason came for lunch because Applebee's has potato cheese soup UNLIMITED and it is our favorite. We got in a fight because he had asked me to text him when I got home safe the night before, and I legit fucking forgot and it turned into this huge thing. I felt bad at first but then I just got pissed because it felt like it wasn't about him being worried about me as much as it was about protocol and the fact that he "asked me to do something" and I didn't do it. LIKE I'M SORRY I'M NOT GOOD ABOUT ANSWERING TEXTS AND EMAILS. It's not personal! And he kept bringing up the fact that "he saw that I was on Facebook so he knew I was okay, but." He didn't think it was a lot to ask, and it wasn't. Which is exactly why I forgot. He said that if it were reversed, if I'd have asked him to text me and he didn't, I'd be pissed as hell and it's like, no I PROBABLY would have forgotten I'd even asked you and if I was that worried about you, *I* would have shot a text - "hey, you safe?". I don't even know, I don't want to even rehash it right now. We're fine, it ended fine, I just hope it does not become a common problem.
So happy Melanie won SYTYCD. I missed the final performance show because I was out shooting but she has been my favorite pretty much the entire time.
Then there was SO much bullshit with Molly but that shit needs to be locked the fuck down. smh. Just.... smh. As a result, we ended up going for karaoke across the street. Ali and Emily met up with us, baked as hell and my favorite thing ever was when, in the middle of a very srs bsns conversation (Molly telling her life-shattering tale), Ali reached into her bag and said, "We got CDs at the Irish Fair!!" pulling them out to show me lolol. Also you may have seen my Facebook status - other favorite moment of the night: some meth head/super drunk person/idk was leaving the bar and Ali called after him, "Hey, hey! You forgot your shirt!" Guy traipsed back in, confused as balls, and Ali pointed to a discarded zip-up on a nearby chair. He looked at it and did nothing. "Yeah, that's yours! Right there!" He picked it up, examined it slightly, thanked her and left with it. She turned to me with a glint in her eye, "... That wasn't his. :) :) :)" LOL KLDAFHJKHLAS LOL WTF WHO DOES THAT. Also, Tony and I were up at the bar and we were all, "We didn't even know you had pizza!" and the bartender was like, "Yeah, our signs are so small!" And then I was like, "Can I make you a new, bigger sign without Comic Sans on it?" Tony DIED laughing but she was like, "What's that?" lolol.
The Weekend: My sister and I went up to my dad's family cabin, about an hour and a half away. I feel like I could have had a better time. My dad really got on my nerves, was really insensitive, I continue to hate his life choices or lack thereof, etc. I did paint a rock as a penguin though. That was about it. Oh my sister and I had a really great talk one of the nights, for like an hour and a half. About men and dating and what we want. We don't normally get that deep about that stuff. I think she should break up with her boyfriend, he's turned into a total asshole so that's a majority of what it was about. She feels stuck though because they just moved in together and both of their names are on a 12 month lease. So that really blows. Although if I were her, I'd break up with him anyway and continue to live my life. And if that means him seeing me bring hot men home then so be it.
Speaking of apartments, Jason moved into his as well while I was away. It's right in the middle of the city (the nice business part of the city, not the trashy part that I'm scared to walk through) and I can't even WAIT to bring my tripod and take pictures from the roof, you guys! You will just die!
Wednesday, Lance, a super cute member of our Investment Group at work, told me that they finally landed this property and needed shots of it. A couple of weeks back, he asked to see examples of my work so I made him a little disc of city shots I've taken - here, Vegas, Chicago, LA, etc. He said they were perfect and if they got the deal, I could shoot it. They got the deal. It was hard because they're kind of rushing it now, I couldn't shoot on my normal Freelance Friday this week because I was going to my dad's family cabin so we decided that I'd just go after work. "And whatever your rate is, it's fine - go." I kind of really fucking love that.
I went home on my lunch break to get my camera. I passed a protest near the mall and I hated, hated that I had to go back to work, that I couldn't just spontaneously take photos of those people instead. I felt like I used to, free I guess, just at the thought of it. I got home and went to bring a couple of my birthday roses back to work with me but when I took them out of the vase, there was this clear SLIME on the bottom of them. So even though I was going to be late back to work, I cleaned them all up and recut them and then I really felt like myself again. You know, the self that thinks a living precious flower is more important than a stupid time clock. I understand this is not a quality you want in an office employee, but it's a quality you want in an artist and more importantly, a quality I want in my person. I think that's been the problem with me lately. I don't always think like I used to because I don't always GET to. Money and rules and other people, I can't even fucking wait until I don't have to deal with any of these things anymore. In the meantime, I force myself to tend to these things again, to be a little more selfish and a little less concerned.
I went straight downtown after work. The new property is ugly as sin, there isn't even a building there. It's just like, a floating cement floor with green metal spikes coming up. It was really fucking hard. Jason met me because we had a film screening that night and also I always appreciate his help. In terms of technicality, he knows a lot more than I do. I'm learning, though. There was a fence around the entire thing, it was so heinous but he found a place where it was just looped with plastic. We sneaked in, it was super tight and these plants were super spikey but it was fun. He gave me a spare pair of tennis shoes since I left mine at work. We climbed up on the top of the ~structure~ and I managed to get some nice shots of the green things with the skyline in the background. And then we just walked forever and took photos of local downtown attractions. Baseball stadiums, theaters, etc. We lost light quicker than I'd have liked, but I was tired and we had to get going anyway, so.
Sam had tickets to a screening of ~Final Destination 5~ and asked if we wanted them. We went to the mall and stopped in the food court - I got cream cheese puffs and I was really cold. We were happy though. And I think I figured out the secret to 3D movies, okay - sit in front. IT WAS SO MUCH COOLER. We didn't have a choice and first we were like UGH THIS BLOWS but then the film started and it was so awesome, it was so close and in your face.
Thursday 8/11, I got to go to a ~meeting~ at work. We're having a charity event mid-September and we're having a carnival theme. AND I GET TO MAKE ALL OF THE POSTERS AND TAKE PICTURES OF OUR BROKERS WITH CLOWN NOSES AND SHIT AND MAKE ART FOR IT. It is so awesome. I WILL SHOW YOU THINGS LATAR.
Jason came for lunch because Applebee's has potato cheese soup UNLIMITED and it is our favorite. We got in a fight because he had asked me to text him when I got home safe the night before, and I legit fucking forgot and it turned into this huge thing. I felt bad at first but then I just got pissed because it felt like it wasn't about him being worried about me as much as it was about protocol and the fact that he "asked me to do something" and I didn't do it. LIKE I'M SORRY I'M NOT GOOD ABOUT ANSWERING TEXTS AND EMAILS. It's not personal! And he kept bringing up the fact that "he saw that I was on Facebook so he knew I was okay, but." He didn't think it was a lot to ask, and it wasn't. Which is exactly why I forgot. He said that if it were reversed, if I'd have asked him to text me and he didn't, I'd be pissed as hell and it's like, no I PROBABLY would have forgotten I'd even asked you and if I was that worried about you, *I* would have shot a text - "hey, you safe?". I don't even know, I don't want to even rehash it right now. We're fine, it ended fine, I just hope it does not become a common problem.
So happy Melanie won SYTYCD. I missed the final performance show because I was out shooting but she has been my favorite pretty much the entire time.
Then there was SO much bullshit with Molly but that shit needs to be locked the fuck down. smh. Just.... smh. As a result, we ended up going for karaoke across the street. Ali and Emily met up with us, baked as hell and my favorite thing ever was when, in the middle of a very srs bsns conversation (Molly telling her life-shattering tale), Ali reached into her bag and said, "We got CDs at the Irish Fair!!" pulling them out to show me lolol. Also you may have seen my Facebook status - other favorite moment of the night: some meth head/super drunk person/idk was leaving the bar and Ali called after him, "Hey, hey! You forgot your shirt!" Guy traipsed back in, confused as balls, and Ali pointed to a discarded zip-up on a nearby chair. He looked at it and did nothing. "Yeah, that's yours! Right there!" He picked it up, examined it slightly, thanked her and left with it. She turned to me with a glint in her eye, "... That wasn't his. :) :) :)" LOL KLDAFHJKHLAS LOL WTF WHO DOES THAT. Also, Tony and I were up at the bar and we were all, "We didn't even know you had pizza!" and the bartender was like, "Yeah, our signs are so small!" And then I was like, "Can I make you a new, bigger sign without Comic Sans on it?" Tony DIED laughing but she was like, "What's that?" lolol.
The Weekend: My sister and I went up to my dad's family cabin, about an hour and a half away. I feel like I could have had a better time. My dad really got on my nerves, was really insensitive, I continue to hate his life choices or lack thereof, etc. I did paint a rock as a penguin though. That was about it. Oh my sister and I had a really great talk one of the nights, for like an hour and a half. About men and dating and what we want. We don't normally get that deep about that stuff. I think she should break up with her boyfriend, he's turned into a total asshole so that's a majority of what it was about. She feels stuck though because they just moved in together and both of their names are on a 12 month lease. So that really blows. Although if I were her, I'd break up with him anyway and continue to live my life. And if that means him seeing me bring hot men home then so be it.
Speaking of apartments, Jason moved into his as well while I was away. It's right in the middle of the city (the nice business part of the city, not the trashy part that I'm scared to walk through) and I can't even WAIT to bring my tripod and take pictures from the roof, you guys! You will just die!