I suck at titles, how did I used to always have them?!
We had a movie premiere on Wednesday, for a 40-minute not-quite-feature,not-quite-short that Jason worked on four years ago and finally got finished lolol. It was really fun, we ran into Sam and his wife outside the theater and it was really good to see them again. Sam was nice to me, said he heard I booked a wedding and it was really awesome. The movie was a riot, we had ~reserved~ seats (coincidentally right next to Sam!) and the directors led a really funny Q&A. After it was over, they had live jazz music in the lobby, I got a glass of red wine and talked to a couple of new people, an actor and a colorist. I feel really at home there even though I'm not even a full part of it. Yet.
After that I came home and met Molly, Ali, and Christine at a bar for Rock & Roll Bingo for Molly's birthday. It was fun, I'm glad I went. It was some other guy's birthday at the table next to us in a few days. Molly had a hat and he asked where his was, so I fashioned him one out of an old paper bingo card. I wrote "HAPPY BIRTHDAY (kind of)" and he wore it for the rest of the night, it made me happy. "What else can you make over there, MacGyver?" I DON'T EVEN KNOW UNTIL SOMEONE NEEDS SOMETHING. lol. This really ballsy guy came up and said he'd seen Ali at her work (a restaurant) and thought she was cute, and here she was so he gave her his card. "And I don't want to make you uncomfortable or give your friends something to make fun of after I leave, but just think about it" or something along those lines. Oh man, PROPS. None of us won anything and I was pissed because the pot was $700 and within the first 6 songs he called I already had 4 in a row. AND THEN HE NEVER PLAYED AQUA, GOD, GOD, FUCK MY LIFE!
~ The Weekend~
Friday when Jason was at work, I decided that I needed to go to Target because oh my god, I had no hairbrush. So, duh. Need to be going. I put my black boots on and strolled through the city... UNTIL I GOT LOST LOL. I finally saw a huge Target logo on a corner and got so excited only to realize it was like, their actual fucking office and not the stoar. So I had to keep walking and I got so hot and it was so traumatic, okay. Also my feet hurt. But I found Target. And bought a bunch of shit, including a combination blow-dryer/curling iron that SUCKED ABSOLUTE ASS AND DESTROYED MY HAIR, BASICALLY. I returned it 3 hours later. I came back to his apartment and took a bath and then freaked out because I thought I heard something at like 3pm and assumed it was the maintenance man there to fix his faucet and I was naked. But it wasn't him, I don't know what it was. Again, more first world problems. Jason got back and I told him we needed to go back so I could return that piece of shit and he went over and started picking the hairs out for me. "OMG are you picking the hairs out?!" "That way they won't know!!!" lol ahksdf. We went to an outside grille for dinner, had strong-ass drinks, and that night went to my friend Paul's little coffee concert across town. He was really surprised and excited to see me, and I don't blame him I guess - we weren't friends in high school and have never, ever hung out in person but we're active on Facebook and we both think each other are really talented.
Saturday, we went and floated down the river again. We felt each other up and really wanted to have sex but there were children. So we just ate Cheez-Its. Sunday we did jack shit except sleep and finish season one of Dead Like Me.
Stuff is going down at work: okay, I need to hit (I was originally told) 700 hours with the ~temp agency~ before I could be eligible for hire by the company. My boss mentioned this morning when I turned in my timecard that I was really close and they sent her a note. So I emailed them asking when my time was up. I have, get this lol, 699.5 hours as of Friday. And then they tell me that I have to work 21 more hours to be eligible for hire. OH, so it's 720 now? It pisses me off, the only reason I've been able to stay longer than the original ONE TO TWO WEEKS is because I have skills in Adobe Creative Suite, none of which you even tested for or knew about so why should you still be making monies UGH. But it's okay, it's all good - I was having a HORRENDOUS day on Thursday because two of our admins were out so I had to do their work, plus answer the phones and route calls to people who weren't even in. lol I got a call from a guy who was bitching at me hardcore because nobody was calling him back so I finally called someone at that end of the office and said, "Can you stand up and see if anybody is like, working?" "Lol, no! We don't believe in work!" she says, lolling, but I'm actually serious. lol. (there was no one there, btw) I hate answering phones, I hate it so much but I guess I've been lucky that I haven't had to do it much here. ANYWAY! So no, I got so much last-minute stuff, and so many big projects that were due at 3 and 5, I couldn't even.
And then I got an IM from Lance (who I just did those photos for) saying that he and Scott think I'm doing a great job and they told my boss that they're impressed with my professionalism and efficiency, that she should keep me around if that's what I'm after and that I "have their approval. :)" I wanted to cry just because I was so overwhelmed and SO stressed out and then he just says that out of the blue not even knowing it was the perfect time. I told him thanks, that the Investment Group is my favorite (because they are - they always have their shit together, they do stuff that I'm interested in, they always give me ample time and warning and are impressed whenever I finish anything earlier than deadline and are just generally NICE and pleasant to talk to. Very classy men. Some of the others kind of rub me the wrong way and feel dirty for some reason but I've never had that with any of Investment.) and to keep his eyes out for openings in that department. He said he was already ahead of me and that he could give me the big picture sometime. I told him I'd love the big picture and he told me to stop by his desk before I left. I went down there and learned that he and Scott are pushing to create a new position for me, one that our biggest competitor has and we don't. I'd get to design their email ads and mailings, and then track and analyze click-thru's to figure out who's interested in what and adjust the marketing accordingly. He called it a client services coordinator but when I google that it sounds nothing like what he described to me so I'm really not sure. I hope it works itself out because if it doesn't, I'm going to have to call a meeting and ~negotiate~. Like a "I want my own team of brokers and a real salary or I'm leaving" kind of meeting that I really don't want to have. It helps to know that my favorite group is pulling for me behind the scenes. Some people just really mesh well.
I had fun today, moar poster-designing and marketing for our charity event. The day went by so quickly. Probably because I had zero contact with stupidity and made art. My mom came and picked me up for lunch. I'm really butthurt at Boston Market because they shrunk their sides and kept (if not upped) their prices. So sick of that shit. ALSO, THE FUCKING ROAD IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE, they have been doing construction for AGES. I am so sick of it I've cried four times. They just always have it blocked off, and they keep switching ends so I always go to the wrong one and it makes me fucking late and people are always in my way and it'd be so much easier to just run them over. And then today, they're ~tarring~ it so I was afraid to drive on it but I had to. And then I felt my tires like, SINKING IN and I'm freaking out and mostly pissed off because now I can't go to the bank and the store because I'm too afraid to drive on it again. DID I TELL YOU GUYS, THOUGH, that on my birthday I got a letter from Uni saying that they had a $660 check in the books for me, from 2007 that I never cashed? And would I like a reissue? WHY YES, YES I WOULD. So that came today! Hence the needing to go to the bank and the trauma when I couldn't. I have to buy shoes :(
tl;dr millions of first world problems and a potential new job.
NOW I AM SITTING OUT ON THE DECK, TUMBLING (verb for Tumblr, not cartwheels although I will probably do those too) AND INTERNETTING IN GENERAL, and then I shall go get unhealthy food and lay in bed and watch something. OH I also am going to wax my eyebrows. *wraggle*
After that I came home and met Molly, Ali, and Christine at a bar for Rock & Roll Bingo for Molly's birthday. It was fun, I'm glad I went. It was some other guy's birthday at the table next to us in a few days. Molly had a hat and he asked where his was, so I fashioned him one out of an old paper bingo card. I wrote "HAPPY BIRTHDAY (kind of)" and he wore it for the rest of the night, it made me happy. "What else can you make over there, MacGyver?" I DON'T EVEN KNOW UNTIL SOMEONE NEEDS SOMETHING. lol. This really ballsy guy came up and said he'd seen Ali at her work (a restaurant) and thought she was cute, and here she was so he gave her his card. "And I don't want to make you uncomfortable or give your friends something to make fun of after I leave, but just think about it" or something along those lines. Oh man, PROPS. None of us won anything and I was pissed because the pot was $700 and within the first 6 songs he called I already had 4 in a row. AND THEN HE NEVER PLAYED AQUA, GOD, GOD, FUCK MY LIFE!
~ The Weekend~
Friday when Jason was at work, I decided that I needed to go to Target because oh my god, I had no hairbrush. So, duh. Need to be going. I put my black boots on and strolled through the city... UNTIL I GOT LOST LOL. I finally saw a huge Target logo on a corner and got so excited only to realize it was like, their actual fucking office and not the stoar. So I had to keep walking and I got so hot and it was so traumatic, okay. Also my feet hurt. But I found Target. And bought a bunch of shit, including a combination blow-dryer/curling iron that SUCKED ABSOLUTE ASS AND DESTROYED MY HAIR, BASICALLY. I returned it 3 hours later. I came back to his apartment and took a bath and then freaked out because I thought I heard something at like 3pm and assumed it was the maintenance man there to fix his faucet and I was naked. But it wasn't him, I don't know what it was. Again, more first world problems. Jason got back and I told him we needed to go back so I could return that piece of shit and he went over and started picking the hairs out for me. "OMG are you picking the hairs out?!" "That way they won't know!!!" lol ahksdf. We went to an outside grille for dinner, had strong-ass drinks, and that night went to my friend Paul's little coffee concert across town. He was really surprised and excited to see me, and I don't blame him I guess - we weren't friends in high school and have never, ever hung out in person but we're active on Facebook and we both think each other are really talented.
Saturday, we went and floated down the river again. We felt each other up and really wanted to have sex but there were children. So we just ate Cheez-Its. Sunday we did jack shit except sleep and finish season one of Dead Like Me.
Stuff is going down at work: okay, I need to hit (I was originally told) 700 hours with the ~temp agency~ before I could be eligible for hire by the company. My boss mentioned this morning when I turned in my timecard that I was really close and they sent her a note. So I emailed them asking when my time was up. I have, get this lol, 699.5 hours as of Friday. And then they tell me that I have to work 21 more hours to be eligible for hire. OH, so it's 720 now? It pisses me off, the only reason I've been able to stay longer than the original ONE TO TWO WEEKS is because I have skills in Adobe Creative Suite, none of which you even tested for or knew about so why should you still be making monies UGH. But it's okay, it's all good - I was having a HORRENDOUS day on Thursday because two of our admins were out so I had to do their work, plus answer the phones and route calls to people who weren't even in. lol I got a call from a guy who was bitching at me hardcore because nobody was calling him back so I finally called someone at that end of the office and said, "Can you stand up and see if anybody is like, working?" "Lol, no! We don't believe in work!" she says, lolling, but I'm actually serious. lol. (there was no one there, btw) I hate answering phones, I hate it so much but I guess I've been lucky that I haven't had to do it much here. ANYWAY! So no, I got so much last-minute stuff, and so many big projects that were due at 3 and 5, I couldn't even.
And then I got an IM from Lance (who I just did those photos for) saying that he and Scott think I'm doing a great job and they told my boss that they're impressed with my professionalism and efficiency, that she should keep me around if that's what I'm after and that I "have their approval. :)" I wanted to cry just because I was so overwhelmed and SO stressed out and then he just says that out of the blue not even knowing it was the perfect time. I told him thanks, that the Investment Group is my favorite (because they are - they always have their shit together, they do stuff that I'm interested in, they always give me ample time and warning and are impressed whenever I finish anything earlier than deadline and are just generally NICE and pleasant to talk to. Very classy men. Some of the others kind of rub me the wrong way and feel dirty for some reason but I've never had that with any of Investment.) and to keep his eyes out for openings in that department. He said he was already ahead of me and that he could give me the big picture sometime. I told him I'd love the big picture and he told me to stop by his desk before I left. I went down there and learned that he and Scott are pushing to create a new position for me, one that our biggest competitor has and we don't. I'd get to design their email ads and mailings, and then track and analyze click-thru's to figure out who's interested in what and adjust the marketing accordingly. He called it a client services coordinator but when I google that it sounds nothing like what he described to me so I'm really not sure. I hope it works itself out because if it doesn't, I'm going to have to call a meeting and ~negotiate~. Like a "I want my own team of brokers and a real salary or I'm leaving" kind of meeting that I really don't want to have. It helps to know that my favorite group is pulling for me behind the scenes. Some people just really mesh well.
I had fun today, moar poster-designing and marketing for our charity event. The day went by so quickly. Probably because I had zero contact with stupidity and made art. My mom came and picked me up for lunch. I'm really butthurt at Boston Market because they shrunk their sides and kept (if not upped) their prices. So sick of that shit. ALSO, THE FUCKING ROAD IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE, they have been doing construction for AGES. I am so sick of it I've cried four times. They just always have it blocked off, and they keep switching ends so I always go to the wrong one and it makes me fucking late and people are always in my way and it'd be so much easier to just run them over. And then today, they're ~tarring~ it so I was afraid to drive on it but I had to. And then I felt my tires like, SINKING IN and I'm freaking out and mostly pissed off because now I can't go to the bank and the store because I'm too afraid to drive on it again. DID I TELL YOU GUYS, THOUGH, that on my birthday I got a letter from Uni saying that they had a $660 check in the books for me, from 2007 that I never cashed? And would I like a reissue? WHY YES, YES I WOULD. So that came today! Hence the needing to go to the bank and the trauma when I couldn't. I have to buy shoes :(
tl;dr millions of first world problems and a potential new job.
NOW I AM SITTING OUT ON THE DECK, TUMBLING (verb for Tumblr, not cartwheels although I will probably do those too) AND INTERNETTING IN GENERAL, and then I shall go get unhealthy food and lay in bed and watch something. OH I also am going to wax my eyebrows. *wraggle*