suckers. all of them.
i've never been a person to have new year's resolutions. i can't ever remember making one seriously before. this year, however, i've had more adult decisions to make and more adult trials and errors than ever before, and it seems this year quite a few resolutions have passed my mind.
who knows if i will keep them. it seems so lame. this is the time of year when weight watchers' and gyms' sales skyrocket. the gym by my house in c'ville always posts this on it's board around the new year: "look great in 2005 how long have you been interested? join now." and the suckers always fell for it. by june, their membership cards are worn and crumpled, but only because they've sat unused at the bottom of a purse or in a wallet.
it's strange how becoming an adult has such an effect on your creative life. i never understood why my mom stopped painting. i always swore i'd never stop drawing; that'd i'd always have time for it. now, though, here i am. out of ideas, out of energy, and i never draw anymore. i'm tired after work. i want to hang out with kris. i really feel i've lost my... something. kevin suggested i set one night a week aside to do nothing but draw or paint. i hate that i have to set a date to do something that before came so naturally to me and i swore i'd never lose.
maybe that's the big resolution i'll make to myself this year. i guess being an adult includes a lot of resolving to be like the kid you wanted so badly to grow out of.
i'm out.
today ended up being my last day at the gap. i'm available to work tomorrow, but they didn't schedule me. i don't think the managers there like me very much. i seem to always make things harder. i think that's just the way the managers are, though, they make every request or question seem like a waste of time. well, it's really just three of the six managers. for example, today i returned this coat i bought online. i didn't use my discount or anything, i just wanted the coat. so i go to return it and the head of store (jerko numero uno, believe me) and he told me that all employee purchases have to be kept track of. basically, even if you order something online and you don't use a discount or anything, you have to make the purchase online through the store. so, i felt like a problem causer and i hadn't even started my shift yet. plus, that keeping track of anything employees buy is creepy. let me live my life, gap!
so, i'm out. i'm done. i really hope this will be my last day working a crappy retail job ever. i didn't say goodbye to anyone, i told one person today was my last day. it was one of the nicer managers, but she seemed to not even care that much. the jerkface manager was a jerk to me until this evening when i got someone to apply for a gapcard, then he was really nice to me. jerk.
it was a shallow place to work. look at me, i work at the gap. make sure you meet your gapcard/bra fitting/sales goals. give everyone your name. congratulations to so and so for getting 4 gap cards yesterday!
congratulations to kate for never shopping at the gap again.
don't say it!
at the gap, i've been so careful to not say "merry christmas" to any of my customers. i'm never sure who celebrates christmas and i don't want to offend anyone. so i always go the safe route and wish everyone a "happy holiday."
last night, however, a customer wished me a merry christmas. it was so nice because not only have
i not said it once this season, i've also never been wished one. it was really nice, and made me feel happy that someone would say it to me.
so maybe i'll offend some of my readers by saying it, but, hey, it's my blog.
merry christmas.
...and happy holidays.
don't. tell. anyone!
i called in sick to work today. work at the gap, i mean. it's the second time in two months i've done it. the first time i did it was when i had a really bad cold last month and it was my second day of work. then kris gave me food poisoning. it was a hard week.
this time, though, my knee hurts. i thought before that i just had a bad knee, but now i actually think the weather has something to do with it, too. and let me clarify: it's not just that my knee
hurts, it's more like my knee feels like i twisted it and it's a dull, throbbing ache that lasts all day and sometimes i actually limp from it. i jumped out of a tree in third grade, popped it, and it's never been the same. honest.
so i called in. which is good, really, because tucker hasn't been feeling too hot so i want to keep an eye on him. maybe it's the trash he eats. or maybe it's that half a tennis ball he ate. OR! maybe it's my hat that he pulled off the kitchen table and chewed through. who knows. i don't know.
in other news: congratulations to
betsy!! she's got a new job and a warmer climate! i'm proud of you, budday. i miss you.
love, kate
one-eighty
huge difference. HUUUGE difference. i, my friends, am now working two jobs. we all know what the first one is. oh sweet sweet gap: i hate your stupid bra fittings and sales goals. i hate the one minute sales rally i have to get before each shift so that i might stress out about selling 10, count them 10, full priced bras when 99% of our bras are on sale. give me a break. these people are rich, but they're still people raised on looking for deals.
the second job is, ahem, at the film and tape works. that's right, you are reading the blog of an editor's assistant. i could make coffee, or i could digitze media. whatever my super anal boss wants me to do. in the mornings i make coffee and get the edit suites ready for clilents, at the end of the day i break down the kitchen area and put the fruit back in the fridge and start the dishwasher, and in between i'm confused, stressed, and scared. it's great, i like my "real" job.
i'm still applying to grad school. who knows what will happen, and if i can ever get finished with my application essays and get slides taken of my portfolio, i just might meet the deadline and go back to school. but right now i'm happy not having any days off, spending less time with tucker and kris, and making money so that i'm not living off of my credit card.
ok, so, i do miss tucker and kris.
