hmm.. it seems as if i've fallen sadly behind on my personal blog. actually, kind of both, but way more on this one.
i've been very busy, but would really like to make writing more part of my business. i promise to try harder.
since december 12th, i have started working.. at least, i'm pretty sure it was after that point. i feel like i've been there for about 3 months, now, so my sense of time is even more distorted than usual. i work at a craft store that is going to remain nameless so that i have the freedom to tell stories about dumb people there! and there are so.. many of them. i'm hoping to not be back in retail for long, but for now, i'm happy as hell to have a source of "income".
so, now i'm working. i'm an intern at MEDA (the multi-service eating disorder association) and spend 1 day a week in the office, mostly doing design work. it's awesome and i'm freaking in love with it. i was also offered a position at a framingham elementary school for an after-school program. i would be teaching little kids how to knit :D i start next friday on a volunteer basis, just so we can get to know each other. i'll be assisting the current teacher and, if all goes well, well.. we'll see :)
tomorrow, i'm auditioning for "some girls" at hovey players tomorrow. if i get in (i hope, i hope, i hope..), it will be the first show i've done since "fools" back in may.. thanks to waitressing. i loved serving, but now i can work hours that don't rape me of rehearsal time!
..i'm not home much, lately. i'm not even working full-time (not sure how that happened..) and i'm working towards finding full-time. i'm just worried it's going to cause me to sacrifice MEDA hours. that would suck.
that's that, for now.
now, for a fun "retail customers are retarded" story.
here's a short-but-fun one from one of our custom framing employees:
a man walks up to the CF counter and says, "hey, do you sell any of that invisible wire for hanging photos?"
"yup, it's right over here!" she walks over and grabs a package of fishingline-esque material off the shelf and hands it to him. he looks at her as if she had just done something horribly, horribly wrong.
"is this some kind of joke?"
"not a very funny one.. what's wrong, sir?"
"this wire isn't invisible. i can see it."
...
peace out!
i've been very busy, but would really like to make writing more part of my business. i promise to try harder.
since december 12th, i have started working.. at least, i'm pretty sure it was after that point. i feel like i've been there for about 3 months, now, so my sense of time is even more distorted than usual. i work at a craft store that is going to remain nameless so that i have the freedom to tell stories about dumb people there! and there are so.. many of them. i'm hoping to not be back in retail for long, but for now, i'm happy as hell to have a source of "income".
so, now i'm working. i'm an intern at MEDA (the multi-service eating disorder association) and spend 1 day a week in the office, mostly doing design work. it's awesome and i'm freaking in love with it. i was also offered a position at a framingham elementary school for an after-school program. i would be teaching little kids how to knit :D i start next friday on a volunteer basis, just so we can get to know each other. i'll be assisting the current teacher and, if all goes well, well.. we'll see :)
tomorrow, i'm auditioning for "some girls" at hovey players tomorrow. if i get in (i hope, i hope, i hope..), it will be the first show i've done since "fools" back in may.. thanks to waitressing. i loved serving, but now i can work hours that don't rape me of rehearsal time!
..i'm not home much, lately. i'm not even working full-time (not sure how that happened..) and i'm working towards finding full-time. i'm just worried it's going to cause me to sacrifice MEDA hours. that would suck.
that's that, for now.
now, for a fun "retail customers are retarded" story.
here's a short-but-fun one from one of our custom framing employees:
a man walks up to the CF counter and says, "hey, do you sell any of that invisible wire for hanging photos?"
"yup, it's right over here!" she walks over and grabs a package of fishingline-esque material off the shelf and hands it to him. he looks at her as if she had just done something horribly, horribly wrong.
"is this some kind of joke?"
"not a very funny one.. what's wrong, sir?"
"this wire isn't invisible. i can see it."
...
peace out!
