||[Jan. 28th, 2010|01:41 pm]
all is well with carlo's liver. i've been head-spinningly busy, which is quite good. i just woke up and am drinking a tiny cup of tea, despite the fact that i really ache for a syrupy thick coffee. |
no coffee today because this evening i'm going to be doing another
microdermal tonight, and caffeine in any significant amount will give me good ol' shaky hands. as you can imagine, this is a terrible thing if your entire art relies on your ability to work with great precision in a 2.5 mm area of skin.
i've applied to be an editor for a graphic novel. they've sent me back a test page to try, and i'm a little bit at a loss. it's not impossible, but certainly difficult, to address a single page out of context, especially when it's just the outline of what the later illustrations should be showing. i'll do my best, but intend to write them informing them that it is an insufficient sample, and i might be completely missing the point. difficult to tell which elements are important, and which are indulgent, without having read the entire piece. i suspect that this is what they want to hear back.
in other job news, i need to quit the SEO job. they have fired the majority of the other writers, and have limited the amount of hours we few remaining writers are allowed to work in a month. the woman who our project has been handed to is incredibly rude, and is a terrible manager - a radical difference from our previous project leader who was perceptive, patient, and well-informed. he was a wonderful boss, and i fired off a note telling him as much when his responsibilities were shifted elsewhere.
my SEO job is on the level, despite the fact that many of the sites we contracted out to were on the shady side. i checked up on a few of them, just to see if they had hired other writers, or had gone back to generating their own text [unintelligible crazy-garble]. Of course, to my deep amusement, the majority of these sites have been pulled and replaced by HA HA LEGAL NOTICES.
so, you see, i need to quit. the annoyance of having a multitude of tiny tasks hanging over me every single day of the week, without respite, is really grating on me. every single day there is work i should be doing, and a manager who sends me cranky messages starting with all-caps criticisms demanding that i get to my computer and write mind numbing text about replica louis vuitton. barf.
speaking of computers, i killed my macbook. that is bad. i was sick, i was in bed, my leg was tangled in the blanket. in my useless flailing i kicked over a bottle of water and my macbook got a nice little drink. flashy flashy went the power cord, on and off went the screen. a week of drying, still black. hopefully all of my writing, which is nestled deep in some unknowable circuitry in that laptop, remains safe and sleeping until i can gather enough dollars to go to the idiot bar and have it checked out/fixed.
if it's gone, you will hear my mourning wail from wherever you live.
in less funny mourning news, my mother's super big dog jackie, a rescued bouvier from ohio who stood waist high on an adult, died last week. she'd gone lame some time before christmas, and was limping and having difficulty with everything. we didn't worry too much about it because she was an odd creature who was highly neurotic and difficult to understand. my mom's whole house is a maze of carpets because jackie will not walk on hardwood floors. if the rugs come away from one another, revealing a strip of blonde hardwood beneath, jackie would stand at the very edge of the carpet and cry. then she would spend five minutes gearing up to do an exaggerated running leap across the tiny divide in order to reach her goal on the other side - usually you. sadly, when my mom brought her to the vet to have her limping checked out, she was x-rayed and diagnosed with bone cancer. it was unexpected, and my mother had her put down that afternoon. there was no way to help jackie, she would have lived another month at best in terrible pain.
jackie liked friends and ear scratches and roast beef and had noxious farts [a breed trait], would often creep into bed with my mother and stand very still on the pillows and look down at her in the night. jackie was very big. like, small pony-sized. funny if you can picture it.
i was looking at my mom's place on google maps. what do you know, there's a big white head peering out of the vine-covered fence in the yard. that's something, at least.
here she is, peering over the kitchen counter. bye, beast.