How do I manage to get so out of the diary loop? I don’t know.
Good news is I’m once again participating in the One Entry A Day thing for November, so I’m going to force myself to get back into writing again. Starting tomorrow (or, I guess, starting today).
I have been blogging here and there, and it actually feels like I have been working a little too! I scored my very first paying gig this week (I’m getting paid to write a report about an event that took place here in [my city] that will go onto a fashion website), so that’s something…even if it is only $100. But still, I need to finish it! So I’m working on that some today. I just have this feeling that the effort that I’m putting out into the universe is going to be followed up with something amazing. Or at least something that will put my feet back on the ground.
OH! I had a BIRTHDAY while I was away! Seemed so very anticlimactic. I guess because it was. 42 is a meh Birthday, and I really couldn’t get into it. Couldn’t afford to have a party (well, I could if I really wanted to) and couldn’t afford to send myself someplace fun (and that’s a lie too because I still have a bunch of frequent flier miles). I don’t know. I guess I really didn’t want to celebrate all that much. I feel like I’m bracing for a huge transition.
And truthfully, I am. I’m going to have to move by the end of next month, and that’s making me uneasy. I can’t afford to stay in this giant, spectacular loft. And quite honestly, I’m feeling guilty that I have been able to stay here as long as I have.
But it’s time to seriously buckle down. I’m absolutely 100% ready to start working again. I’m ready to move somewhere. I want a CHANGE, and it’s up to me to make that happen. And like I said above, the wheels are in motion. I’m not sure where they are going to take me, but I can feel a shift in energy taking place and I’m excited. Nervous, but that’s an exciting feeling as well.
I’m kind of annoyed with a certain company who strung me along (yes, another HUGE corporation). When I was in New York attending that networking event, I talked to a woman doing HR for a company and showed her my portfolio of work. Her eyes lit up before I was even halfway through and she stopped me and gave me her email address and asked me to follow up with her the next week. So I did. I sent her my resume and some more of my work and she thanked me and said she’d let me know.
The following week, the job that I’d be PERFECT for was posted on their corporate website–the job description read just like my resume, almost verbatim. I went back on the website and registered myself through the website and sent my resume again.
Nothing.
I even connected (through other contacts) with a woman who’d recently left the company and told her about my resume, etc., and she suggested that I get even more aggressive and send another email. So I did, this time noting how my resume/experience matched their job description EXACTLY and that I was waiting to hear back.
This time she answered back and said there are already two people going through the process for this position and that she’d let me know.
What the bloody hell? I mean, I say that, but I know…these giant fucking corporations. I know what they are like. Haven’t I been bitten so terribly before? I would really LOVE to start working on some contracts.
And that is causing me some frustration as well. Long, drawn out story, but the woman I was counting on to help me get started on something has let me down several times, so I’m going to have to go after this at another angle.
Grrrrr. I wish I had some great, juicy stuff to write about!
Oh, I did have a little fun last night at the event that I’m reporting about. This was a private shopping event that is well-known for it’s swag bags and great unique items for sale. I went early and took a look around and talked to vendors and took pix, etc.
This event is also known for it’s free-flowing alcohol.
Let me tell you, the doors opened at 5pm and by 7:30 I was wondering what had happened to this well-behaved crowd. They were stumbling around and slurring and having a grand ole’ time.
Finally, I made friends with a roving photographer who was kind enough to take me to a back room for a quick break. The back room was where they were making some of the cocktails for the waiters to take around to the shoppers. They gave me a freebie, and I tasted it and…DAY-UM! That shit was stroooooooongg. Holy crap.
By the time I was done with my part of the job they’d cut off the alcohol (I saw people falling down drunk) and there were five or six cops standing by the door scanning the crowd for public intoxication. Pretty funny.
Speaking of drunk, I’m happy to report that K. seems to be doing OK. I haven’t seen much of him because I’ve backed waaaaaay off that scene. But he brought me flowers on my birthday and has met me for coffee several times. Says he’s not drinking, but who knows? I haven’t been around enough to know. I’m not going to babysit either. He was out last night with a friend and asked me to join after my gig, but I declined.
These are strange times. I feel okay some days and others I feel like, I don’t know, what the hell?
I better get going. Reports don’t write themselves, do they? And it’s such a sunny, gorgeous day that I’d like to enjoy at little bit of it.
Plus, Happy Halloweenie! How could I forget that? I’ve been invited to a couple of parties and wanted to go as Anna Wintour, but the bob wig that I got is much too red (it’s kinda cool, though). I’m going to have to think of something else.
Tune in tomorrow.
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