friday’s list for 31 august 2007.


Today is my last day working here. Tuesday, after my much-needed 3-day weekend, I’ll start my job as a designer/accounts manager here. Change is good, right? Change is healthy.

I’ve been through a lot in the past three years, both as a person and an employee. This job has seen me through about fifteen different hair colors and styles, and probably just as many life crises. I turned twenty-one while I worked here, receiving a bottle of Chi-Chi’s margarita mix in a brown paper bag in the parking lot of Pizza Hut (remember that, Dale?). I got both of my tattoos whilst working here. I’ve nearly had nervous breakdowns here at least three times. I’ve been berated by authors, loved by authors, sent gifts of coffee, flowers, chocolates, postcards of bungalows, and even money by authors. It’s been an extremely long, strange trip (that is the one and only time you’ll ever hear me paraphrase the Grateful Dead), and I think I’m coming out of it a better person. So here you go, an extra-special two lists.

Things I Will Miss About Working at AuthorHouse:

  • free fruit and granola in the morning

  • free movies from Marlin

  • being able to spend a great deal of my morning blogging

  • my Wacom tablet

  • horrible, horrible poetry

  • my “window seat” cube

  • free ibuprofen in the first aid drawer

  • taking walks around the pond

  • the authors

Things I Won’t Miss:

  • horrible, horrible cover ideas

  • the dirty breakroom microwaves

  • the dirty bathroom sinks

  • sales reps

  • all-employee meetings

  • various co-workers

  • the west side of town

  • the tape gun

  • the authors

Happy Friday.


vote for mister saxon

I miss my TV shows. I miss Doctor Who and Battlestar Galactica and Heroes.

I start my new job next Tuesday, and I have the unfortunate hours of 7:15 AM – 4:oo PM. Initially I thought I could handle it because I am sort-of a morning person. Yes, and I also used to be on Wellbutrin, which caused me to never really enter deep sleep, so I could wake up at the drop of a hat. Or pin. Whatever, anyway, I’m back on Zoloft again (hooray for drug experimentation), and I’m feeling nicer and calmer and generally more human, but I also sleep like a fucking log on quaaludes. Aside from having my alarm go off downstairs, thereby forcing me to get out of bed and trek a flight of stairs to shut it off (surely that would wake me up, right?), I don’t know what else I can do to wake up more easily. I need someone I know to give me a wake up call… but who wants to do that at 5:30 in the morning? Anyone? Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Over the weekend, I went to a little barbecue at my brother’s friend’s house (she’s an opera singer!), and a barista from my regular coffee shop was there. I see her on a pretty regular basis, but other than quick chitchat, we don’t talk much. But it turns out she’s a real person and she’s very sweet and clever. It was nice to actually learn her name.

I think I’ll be switching to fall hair soon. Fall hair=shorter, redder. I miss it.

friday’s list for 24 august 2007.


I am feeling pretty much like shit today. I think I have a touch of the flu, and I just want to sleep. But first, I must make you a list:

Things I Want:

  • a grey Scottish fold cat with yellowy-orange eyes
  • sleep
  • a laptop
  • a proper mp3 player
  • more sleep
  • motivation to blog
  • fall weather
  • my third tattoo
  • to go home and sleep

Happy Friday. Zzzz.


reality bites.

Yesterday, Kya announced that when she grows up, she is going to marry a certain boy in her class. The same boy who was wearing a fancy get-up in this post. She also explained that little kids kiss with their lips and grownups kiss with their teeth.


good good good good double double good


It’s a muggy grey Tuesday. I’m yearning for fall so bad it hurts. I have little motivation to work right now. My fingernails look nice. I’m wearing my green apple earrings. We watched Nixon last night, and I asked Scott, “Did that really happen?” about a hundred times because I couldn’t believe someone as cuckoo as that could get away with holding a presidential office as long as he did. I got the absolute coolest planner/agenda from Target – it’s got a black and grey houndstooth cover. Things like that make me really happy. We also watched 24 Hour Party People over the weekend – essentially, we watched it twice, ‘cos I fell asleep the first time ’round, so we started it again the next day. It’s one of my favorites, and I’m going to be stuck in a Happy Mondays rut for a few more days – not a bad rut to be in. RIP, Tony Wilson – so it goes.


friday’s list for 17 august 2007


Today, I am handing in my two weeks notice. Yesterday, I had an interview for another graphic design job. The interview was at 12:45. I was offered the job at 3:00. I accepted half an hour later.

I have worked at my soon-to-be former job for over three years, which is a record for me. I’ve seen my job and the company grow and evolve, I’ve made great friends and watched them leave, I’ve had lots of interesting clients (and some pretty crazy ones), created some good work for my portfolio, and now I’m ready to bow out. I need a change of environment and a new start, again.

I’ll post more about the old and new jobs later, but for now, here it is:

Jobs I’ve Had Throughout the Years:

  • Making and delivering floral arrangements at a greenhouse
  • Hostess at Tumbleweed Restaurant
  • Meal prep and delivery, cafeteria food prep in a hospital kitchen
  • Sorter at Goodwill
  • Waitress at Steak ‘n’ Shake
  • Electronics associate for Wal-Mart (during the holiday season, no less)
  • Customer service/call center rep for a bank (longest 2.5 years of my life)

Happy Friday.


the rundown.


So, as mentioned in the previous post, the visit to Aughra’s was fantastic. It was also very surreal, because since I’ve been blog friends with her, like, forever, I felt like I already knew so much about her, her kids, her husband, her pets, her house, her life in general. And it was all exactly as I pictured it in my head, except for it was really real! She’s almost exactly my same size, only with bigger boobs. We wore eachother’s shoes and clothes! I don’t think I’ve been able to do that with anyone ever, and it was very cool. Her family is great – Gus is brilliant and Rock is adorable and Fodge finally showed off his martial arts skills. I was very, very impressed by her composure and calm, too – she is a shining example of SuperMom.

We didn’t do anything extravagant, because it was more fun to just hang out and do girl stuff. We went out for groceries (where she indulged my request for ice cream – six pints of Ben & Jerry’s!), cooked a delicious dinner, went window-shopping and bought matching green apple earrings, got closing-time pedicures, took me to get my hairs did at a most excellent salon, went to a great little house party where I invented a new drink out of peach daiquiri mix and vanilla vodka, and spent a couple hours hanging out in a cemetery, taking pictures of interesting headstones. We also watched quite a few movies, including Secretary, Love Me If You Dare, Sweet Land, and Who the Fuck is Jackson Pollock?, along with a couple episodes of the most gripping television series to ever come out of the History Channel, “Ice Road Truckers.”

We also spent a considerable amount of time on the Interwebs, researching secret Mormon underwear, full-coverage bathing suits, the Jonas Brothers (after sifting through an issue of TigerBeat), and looking at photos of NPR people. 

It was the perfect vacation.