Reflections In A Flubber Room

What you perceive is what it is.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Later, after the pasta has been put away...

Whew. What a long day. My whole body (heh heh) is sore. I am also quite tired. But satisfied, I guess. That's what I call an honest day's work. I spent a lot of time searching for cryptically labeled boxes of frozen fresh pasta in the walk-in freezer. I got to learn how to work the super-fabulous expensive espresso machine in the coffee bar. For the record, I was told that I steam milk like a natural-born pro. I practiced my engaging-the-customer charm. There were a lot of customers to practice on, that's for sure. My back and legs are killing me. Back to work tomorrow at 7am.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna sit here for a little while longer and listen to this utterly relaxing, slowly undulating pink noise patch on my trusty Kawai K3 synthesizer, which I've pressed back into service. My YS200 had a limp key which I was unable to repair (a little leaf spring inside the key gave way), so that unsung quasi-vintage synth is now in the basement doomed to gather dust until FM synthesizers become fashionable again; that loyal digital companion of 15 years now sits semi-gutted and braindead (all the user presets and stuff I'd had programmed in had somehow gotten zapped back in Columbus), its keyboard assembly laying to one side like a denture with a missing tooth. When I get my PC back up and running (a blown PSU, I think) the Kawai will be my MIDI controller. No modulation wheel, but a fairly nice keyboard action. Plus it's a pretty decent authentic '80s style semi-analog synth on its own.

Yawn...

You wanna know how fucked up I am?

To help boost my morale after having been extremely, unhealthily anxious about my financial situation, Cherie put up the "Smile" entry page on Wikipedia after she saw that I had been reading about anxiety disorders. Well, I decided to read the page on smiles. And this is where I went from there:

Smile
Grimace
McDonaldland
McJob
Contingent work
Turnover

I swear, I need therapy.

Today the store opens, and I am scheduled to work from 2:00pm-10:30pm. I'm obviously nervous about facing a store full of eager consumers for the first time, but hopefully I'll do okay. More importantly, I can't wait till Friday when we get our first paychecks. I do hope it'll be enough to get a few bills paid. That's really what I'm most anxious about. Especially the car--no car, no job, no money.

Why can't I just be happy that I have a job at all? I don't know. I'm a first class major league worry-wart terrified of falling into poverty and being a general failure in life, having to give up my dreams for the sake of simple survival. God knows I never expected or really wanted to end up selling gourmet cheese at an upscale supermarket, but that's where I'm at.

Yeah, this is great. I'm sitting here whining about life and and I'm supposed to go in in a couple of hours full of smiles. That's a good way to get myself fired. I need to stop.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

What do I have to do to get some money in my hands?

You know what I love about this world?

There's absolutely no shortage of people who want to take your money, but precious few who want to give it to you, even when it's rightfully yours. The pinnacle of human creativity is the million and one ways that people devise to get out of giving you anything.

I'm going out of my mind trying to get together some amount of money to give to the landlord for this month's rent. I don't think we're going to break even on that.

We applied for unemployment benefits. No can do--because we left voluntarily. And they waited almost a month to tell us.

Then I put several things on eBay. Notably, I successfully sold my Nikon D80 camera body for just over $500. The winning bidder immediately sent me my payment via PayPal. Great. Only PayPal won't let me get it until they have proof that the camera was shipped and delivered and the bidder gives me a positive feedback, or 21 days without incident, whichever comes first. So far the only money I've actually received is $50. For my beloved Hammond M-111, which (including the Leslie connector) kit I invested about $250 in. My Leslie, which I paid over $800 for alost 10 years ago, is languishing at $305 with 1 day left--$150 short of my reserve price. Cherie was right. Either I paid too much to buy these items, or I'm getting screwed.

We were hired for our new jobs last Tuesday. We don't start training until Monday. I can't expect my first paycheck until at least two weeks after that.

Meanwhile the bills keep on coming.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Two of my beloved are up for auction...

My Hammond M-111 and my Leslie 247 are up on eBay. I hate to see them go, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Also going up soon is my Nikon D80 DSLR body.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

And as for design?

Yeah...well, I think what I'm gonna do is get back to basics for the moment.

For starters, as I said, design as a career is on hold. Everything I do related to it from now on is strictly for fun and/or for education's sake. No soliciting for freelance work, no worrying myself limp over whether I'll ever work in design again. Of course I will, dammit.

Secondly, I'm going to shift the learning part of it decisively toward web design. And I'm starting simple, by giving myself a refresher course in XHTML, then CSS, and then maybe start dabbling in Flash web development. Honestly, I think I've hit a plateau with print design and I want to take a break. Besides, I'm still a little miffed at being left behind all these years by the web revolution. I need some new shit to grease my wheels with.

That's not to say that I won't play with Flash...there's still goofy little animated logos and such to create. The key word here is play.

Third, I'm going to get off my ass and start drawing again. Anything, everything. And I'm going to make sure that I do some whimsical, fun stuff as well as the tight, crabbed realistic artwork that I often find myself stuck slaving over. I need to loosen up, not just stylewise but in terms of ideas, subject matter...I need to unfreeze my brain. And as anyone who's cooked meat knows, it takes time to thaw.

Yeah. That felt good.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Finally, some good news

Damn, my head hurts. No, that's not the good news. The good news is that my headache is the kind you get when you've been relieved of a particularly bad load of stress.

I finally found a job. So did Cherie. In fact, we both found jobs at the same place, same company.

The thing is, for me, it amounts to an at-least-temporary career change, as it's not in graphic design. We got jobs, you see, with [a major food retailer with an emphasis on organic and green products].

I have a feeling that this may become a replay of my time with my former organization, only this time I hope to avoid burnout. The onset is similar--mired in unemployed desperation I make a Hail Mary pass at a potential employer who I have some personal experience with as a customer, whose goals and values I enthusiastically agree with, and SWEET JESUS! they give me the opportunity to work for them, a job which at least initially involves customer service and helping people face to face, but could potentially lead back to more creative work further up the ladder.

I shouldn't feel like a failure, should I? That I couldn't hack it as a graphic designer? Naah. The job market, at least from what I've seen from job postings, is impenetrable for someone with my skill set, portfolio, etc. Obviously no one's going to give me the opportunity to pick up new skills on the job--the innovation's already been done, now they want people who already know all the cool technology so they can jump in and start cranking it out. More lately, I haven't even been getting callbacks from actual design jobs--just crappy managerial positions and job placement firms offering possible temporary assignments "maybe in a few weeks." Besides, I'm just plain burnt out on design as a fulltime job at the moment. I still have the interest and skills, but I'm exhausted and don't feel like clawing my way through the cyclone fence to find a stressful, soul-draining job for a company which I don't feel anything for and which doesn't care a whit about me.

(Oh, did I mention what became of my new strategy from a few posts ago? Several disconnected numbers, several voice mails for people who would never call me back... Maybe it's better to tell you what I didn't hear: "Sure, come on in and let's talk." Meanwhile, we were reduced to taking a trip down to the Social Services office in Elizabeth to apply for assistance, applying for temporary work at a local Halloween store--who also never called us back! How demoralizing is that?!--and I came very close to having a nervous breakdown from the stress.)

My new job with [a major food retailer with an emphasis on organic and green products] takes care of all that. I have a steady job, at least (albeit at a lower salary) with a great company that I admire. I'm taking on a new job role with new responsibilities and challenges, with what seem to be really friendly people. And--this is important--I don't have to wring my artistic creativity dry every day to earn my dinner. See, since I'll have my income out of the way, I can feel free to tinker with design and my other creative endeavors at my own pace, without the pressure, and god willing I may actually learn how to again have fun with design, art, music, etc. That's something I think I've lost over time, due to being corrupted by the need to make money at it by doing it for other people. I need to learn how to do it for myself, because I like it, again.

Naturally I'm nervous about how I'm going to do at my new job, how I'm going to adjust to working again. Ah well, I'll learn it fast, I'm sure.

I'll write more later. I'm tired and my head still throbs.