Not So Sentimental

2007-04-04T13:42:00.000-07:00

EMO?

Someone told me today that I look emo.
Now, this isnt a look Im actually going for. To be honest, I wouldnt know how to define someone as emo, I know they're mini goths wearing a lot of stripes and punky stuff, but um... thats about it really.
So. Onto google. "EMO"
Here are my observations:
1: Emo kids are, well, KIDS. Im 24. Officially old lady status here.
2: Emo kids are all undernourished.... *looks at ass and hips* ... Yeah, Im supermodel skinny yo. NOT.
3: They all have either pink or black hair. Mines kinda red and black right now, so i'll give them that.
4: The multi layer hair cut with the side parting. Ok yes... But only because I had a fringe thats now growing out and if i dont part it its in my eyes. I need to see where Im going.
5: they whine a lot... (time to start deleting old posts :D)
6: they all have cameras.

In summation.
Only my hair could be classified as emo, (and some of the whining but dont point that out) therefore Im only a little emo? Blah. For some reason i feel old.

2007-04-04T03:32:00.000-07:00

Right!... Might as well post here.
Need some designing done? I'll do it!
No matter how big or small, I'll give a good rate. $80 p/h or less depending on the job.
All designs forwarded to your email with fonts & colours.
(it cant hurt right?)

2007-04-03T06:54:00.000-07:00

...
Quicky scribble:
People are very frikking odd, and cheap.
Some woman comes to me asking for a scan, now we charge 10 bucks for the first one (rands mind you, so thats like... a dollar and a bit across the puddle) and 5 for every page that follows.
She has like a million pages, now bare in mind that each page needs to be resized for either web / print / both, so that means 2 mins for the scan on each page and like 4 mins per page in photoshop, so it a time issue aswell.
She pipes up "Like, why dont you forget about the first page and just charge me 5 for each one?"
... Er... No.
"oh"... "well thats fucked up". {yeah lady, You're not kidding}
Ask for a service, pay for the service, we're already a lot cheaper than any officey/printer/designer in this area (I know because I've price checked through the yellow pages, which is a rant in itself, but on the other hand I got to play the "Oh Im so silly, I need designs and prints done like, *giggle* right away"... Got into it actually...What was I on about?) so, I know that we are very bloody reasonable with our pricing structure.
The more I bitch the more I realize that this rant is useless. ...
:D

2007-04-02T11:16:00.000-07:00

WOW

I actually forgot I had this account. Heeee.
Just went over all my old entries, loordy! Look I said I'd bitch but jeeeesh.
This blog desperately needed an enema, slip on the gloves, give me the rubber ball and there we go!
All sparkley clean, with little negativity.

So...
Im still where I was last year, single (surprised? Na, thought not) I am however looking for work everyday, I've learned soooo much in the last few months that I actually feel a lot more confident in my abilities (please let it last longer than a week!!!), become re-acquainted with some old friends, put on a little weight (IM WORKING ON IT OK?), oh and my hair is now red.

Ok, i dont have anything to write or report soooo.... I'll think of something to post and then, um... happy times?
*is niiice*

2006-09-04T12:39:00.000-07:00

Im not perfect.
I never said I was.
But at least I dont pretend I am.

2006-08-31T01:06:00.000-07:00

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That was fun.
Next entry.

2006-08-13T01:58:00.000-07:00

The worst part about getting sick leave is that youre too sick to enjoy the time off.
Its kinda sad, the last 3 days has pretty much been the first and only leave I've taken from work in little under (2 moths short) a year...
Back to work in the morning, still feeling shite (mostly due to the antibiotics I've been given *swings from chandelier, chases little monkey men*) ...
if anything these last few days have confirmed Im a lot more run down than I thought I was, Im upset that I slept more than work on any portfolio stuff...
I wish I had more time.
Maybe I should go run around naked tonight and see if I'll get excused from work for another week :P

2006-07-27T10:42:00.000-07:00

No pressure.
Im trying to work and guess what? NOTHING. no inspiration.
uuuuugh
frustrated.

2006-07-25T12:13:00.000-07:00

I need to create.
Im going to limit my net use to stock searching for a few weeks until this feeling wears off.
Got some ideas running through my head... some personal stuff that I'd like to get down, some stuff that might be fun to do, others that might be shitty.
Time to explore.

2006-07-21T10:11:00.000-07:00

HAHAHAHAHAAHAH

Sweet vindication!

Due to my boss’ bad attitude to the person doing the menu’s (which is costing a pretty penny) I’ve snagged him for freelance.

He doesn’t want to deal with the company I work for, only me directly.

Hello extra income.

What about my loyalty and conscience? Bleh, the way they treated this guy I say mellow.

I mean, Im not one to give a rats bottom about anyone’s behavior… That having said, I went round to apologize for the way they treated him and that should speak volumes.

They don’t know what the damage is yet, and Im not going to tell them – Come October they’re going to hemorrhage clients.

So that makes me a bitch... I was almost sure you could tell that from the first blog.
Oh well.

2006-07-20T11:07:00.000-07:00

Im going to sing this under my breath for the rest of the week, because right now this is how I feel about my boss.

Soundgarden
Superunknown (1994)
My Wave

Take, if you want a slice
If you want a piece
If it feels alright

Break, if you like the sound
If it gets you up
If it brings you down

Share, if it makes you sleep
If it sets you free
If it helps you breathe

Don't come over here
And piss on my gate
Save it just keep it
Off my wave

Cry, if you want to cry
If it helps you see
If it clears your eyes

Hate, if you want to hate
If it keeps you safe
If it makes you brave

Pray, if you want to pray
If you like to kneel
If you like to lay

Don't come over here
And piss on my gate
Save it just keep it
Off my wave

Keep it off my wave
Keep it off my wave
Keep it off my wave

My wave

Cry, if you want to cry
If it helps you see
If it clears your eyes

Hate, if you want to hate
If it keeps you safe
If it makes you brave

Take, if you want a slice
If you want a piece
If it feels alright

Don't come over here
And piss on my gate
Save it just keep it
Off my wave

My wave

2006-07-16T09:21:00.000-07:00

For the record: People SUCK!
Everyone sucks. I hear you gasp... "Surely not I?" You say? YES YOU!
You suck, I suck, e v e r y o n e sucks!
I hate people.
And tomorrow is monday. Which should explain the bad mood.
SUCK!

2006-07-14T11:32:00.000-07:00

Knackered.

This has been a crazy long week…

Not in the mood to bitch. What? I just don’t want to.

Deal with it.

So “Quicky Week In Review”

Monday: nearly get fired for a mistake on a flyer which the client signed off, we printed, comes back 2 months later refuses to pay, the fax number is wrong.

Hmm.

Tuesday: get a new menu to do for an Italian place. Start typesetting the text for proofing and spell checking Finish typesetting menu, drop off on way home.

Wednesday: Race to client before work because Im not allowed to go see him during office hours (yeah) get to work late due to price changes and new items being added.

Start clean up and menu layout and race to get changes done and fax through. get a poster for a church to do (yeah), flyers & posters for restaurant to print, business cards print and design, drop off menu on way home at client for proof – stay there for about an hour and a half making more changes… It’s a 8 page menu…

Thursday:. Changes to menu done and sent Church guy is back, wants a new distribution flyer spend the rest of the day trying to get everything from Tuesday done along with more printing and prepress for various other clients.

Friday: Print church guys stuff. Boss shnaize me, puts in a heavy grammage paper into the machine, where I had told him there was gloss already loaded. .. Long story short I thought I was printing the proof onto the paper I put into the machine. No. church guy is pissed that the paper is thinner than the is paying for. Repeat of Monday; except he says its mellow, we can just print the difference he owes us.

Also gives me a booklet which he needs by Sunday for a seminar filled with anti-Semitic comments like “False and idollic religions which need to confess their sins: Islam, Buddhism, hare Krishna ect” ( I shit you not, practically paraphrasing there) yes I see how that is spreading a message of love and understanding to your fellow man…

No word from the menu, which was supposed to be finalized today… layout and cleaning up of raw images for nothing.

New business cards to design, new A3 poster to design.

Tomorrow: work till 12;30 race to shops to look for suitable wedding gift for my cousin’s wedding, race home, shower, change, wrap gift somewhere in-between those two things, go to a wedding (pitch up alone and still single I can hear it now “awww shame, 23 and a spinster… she always was a strange one”)

Sunday: supposed to go to some humanitarian thing I.. don’t know if I’m amped… I don’t really like people & I’m tired.

Monday: wash, rinse, repeat.

2006-07-09T03:34:00.000-07:00

So I took the scissors to my hair this morning.
It looks all dishevelled. I like it :D

2006-07-08T10:38:00.000-07:00

Just for the record guys, you’re all full of it.

Women are hard to understand?

CRAP.

Where do you get off treating another human being as subhuman and still expect them to call you friend?

How do you justify taking a cowards approach and “pushing someone away” rather than outright telling them what’s going on? You prefer mind games far move and above those that any of the women I know have ever used.

I have yet to meet one of you who is not egotistical, self-righteous, self-centered or under the delusion that you’re oh so much more intelligent than everyone around you and strangely enough, with all the above mentioned, childish.

Yes, live for the moment, but for god’s sake spare a moment to think of the repercussions your actions and words have on others.

I’m done. I give up.

2006-07-08T10:13:00.000-07:00

I've managed to shrink the keys on my keyboard....
My speical brand of stupid strikes again.
Just so you all know : water + plastic + hair dryer = bad.

2006-07-06T01:15:00.000-07:00

Modern day slavery?

Yes. I think so.
So I’ve been working as senior designer for this crappy little place for about nine months now.
2 weeks ago I was told that I can’t take sick leave, fine mellow I work through a rather nasty case of the flue. Nearly puked on a few people but, I was here. Mellow.
Today however I ask how we go about applying for leave?
Do they want it in writing or what?
“Oh no, um we request that you take leave during the week we are closed in December”
SO WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF SAYING IN MY CONTRACT THAT I AM ENTITLED TO TWO WEEKS PAID LEAVE?
WHY SAY I AM ENTITLED TO HAVING 4 DAYS SICK LEAVE A YEAR?
I mean fuck the fact that my boss just says “oh how lovely my daughter’s husband is taking her away for a week.”
Yeah, I just have to roll over and be so fucking happy for you people and work like a galley slave myself.
I suppose I shouldn’t be shocked by this blatant double standard however I am. I don’t know I guess I thought that if you work six days a week, 10 hours a day come in to help out on the rare weekend you were supposed to have off, put in hours of unpaid overtime you should be rewarded for that.
Thanks? No.
Recognition for a job well done? No.
Why am I still working here you ask?
Because I need this job, I need 3 more month of experience for my c.v, and I need a good referral when I leave.
Smile, take it and die a little more inside.

2006-07-05T12:19:00.000-07:00

Ever been tempted to invest in a pair of earplugs and wear them constantly?

Im pretty sure I can fake paying attention as well as the next person.
All you really have to do is nod when someone looks at you in a questioning manner, smile when they laugh and frown when they frown - mimic behaviors, monkey see monkey do.
Scatter in a few aha’s and yeah’s and you’re pretty much set.

Not only is this a good way of avoiding conversations you don’t want to have but also you get to block out the two radios that constantly blare at your work place.
Once of which bleats a constant stream of fuzzy, crackled classics; the other a mixture of music that would made even the Dali Lama go nuts and kill someone (I don’t care who you are, 6-10 Celine Dion songs in the space of one day should never be allowed)
The classics I can handle, but having these two things competing… only a few feet apart… in an office environment is evil.
Pure unadulterated evil.
No doubt music soothes even the savage beast but for the love of all that you hold holy don’t drive your co-workers and employees to the brink of mass murder!

I vote for an hour of silence everyday.
This should be enforced by the local government.
Deviators should be punished by death.

:Side Track:

Story for Mrkvale:

There once was a woman who lived in a shoe.

She had so many children she knew not what to do.

Her parents did caution at an early age:

“Beware the traveling stranger who for your beer doth pays”

Listen to their wise words she did not.

Stumble and giggle she did while her blood ran hot.

Now old and haggard and living in a hut

That’s what you get for being a raging slut.

:Side Track:

Where was I?
Oh yes, death to the noise makers….

Honestly people.
Are we all so insecure, so afraid of ourselves that we need to drown out our inner thoughts?
What are we trying to hide by this constant barrage of racket?

2006-07-04T13:35:00.000-07:00

“If you’re going to read this, don’t bother.
After a couple of pages, you wont want to be here. So forget it.
Go away. Get out while you’re still in one piece.
Save yourself.
There has to be something better on television. Or since you have so much time on your hands, maybe you could take a night course.
Become a doctor.
You could make something our of yourself.
Treat yourself to a dinner out.
Colour your hair.
You’re not getting any younger.”
- From Choke by Chuck Palahniuk.

What better way to start than to steal the words of one of my favorite authors?
Unfortunately if you’re still here, its true, there has to be something better going on right now than you sitting there reading me bitch, because that’s what I fully intend on doing. Bitching.
So why do it on the internet I hear you ask? Why give yourself a platform when you don’t want to be heard? … Because, working in the industry I do, you’re online most of your life. In a warped way it makes sense to broadcast your uneducated opinion, your small voice in a crescendo of millions to people who might be interested enough in reading it.
Hell, perhaps you’ll relate – isn’t that what we’re all so desperately seeking? Someone who understands us?
Still here? Fine.
Read on.

I suppose at this point it’s a good idea to lay out a few guide lines… Or at least to try and give myself some purpose.

To you, my dear bloggee, I solemnly swear to misspell and debauch the English language as much as humanly possible. (By way of explaining that my spelling and grammar are terrible)
I will write the first thing that comes to mind at least once a week… failing that whenever the hell I feel the need to update. (By way of explaining that I’m erratic and non-committal)
I will not pretend to be a thoughtful, deep or in any way interesting person. (That one needs no explanation)
Hmmm and last but not least. BUNNIES!

Welcome to my blog.
Now read on.