The Year of Living Dangerously

WOW!. I just discovered that I havent written anything in a year.

Not that I've had all that much to say. The past year has been very blah. I have no idea what I want to do with my work and I have no money and no source of steady income. Seems like all I do is try and sell off enough stuff to pay the rent, and I'm not sure how long that will hold out. I mean i do have a lot of crap but seriously I can see the back wall of the storage closet.

The few interviews have been met with the same old song and dance. over qualified, you have no degree, blah blah blah.

Do I really seriously need a degree to place a sofa next to a chair on a rug in a store? or to follow corporate's direction on what goes with what?

And a big fucking shout out to all of those who laughed when I went for a job in a design house. Thanks for all your support and thanks for laughing outloud when I said it was a position that would entail me showing others around the show room. "YOU? HELPING CUSTOMERS AND BEING NICE?"

I know my future doesnt necessarily reamin in the event or floral biz. I really don't care about ur cheap ass wedding or party.

Working freelance is tough, so many different ways of doing things and I have to remember them all. This one like perfectly round, that one doesnt know round from Celine Dion, but thinks she does, this one thinks that copying a picture out of a book is designing.

I come home from these few and far in between days exhausted and drained of any creative thought I might have once had

I'm not taking pics of this stuff for myself cuz its NOT my work. I am simply doing what I'm told to do. And There's no way I want my name associated with this drek. But alas, I must grap a cup of coffe and pretend to be interested.

Hmmm paper hat, flipping burgers? Maybe