Three days left of the old silkscreen job. Starting to panic a bit about finding work, but I'm trying to remain positive that a better position is just around the corner. I've been tempted to apply for jobs not in the field just to get by, but I'll get comfortable, get stuck and never get back into the graphic design field. I need to tough this out and not take the easy way out. What sucks is there are lots of jobs listed on Craigslist and Monster that are in my field, they're just not within driving distance of my house. Poo.
I worked on nothing job-related again today. I actually worked on a t-shirt for Marcus and one for me. It's my last chance to get things printed that are my own designs. I was feeling guilty about it until the art director asked what I thought of a shirt that he had made yesterday while I was out on jury duty. After that I was like, "Screw it--I'm going to work on my designs." So, I did. The company's deposits had holds on them again and the art director's check didn't clear this week. He was on the phone most of the morning trying to clear up the overdrafts on his account. Man, glad that wasn't me. Still a good thing that I've been given the boot. Employees shouldn't have to worry about paychecks clearing. Nobody's come right out and said it officiall, but I believe the company is toast. All the signs are there.
Speaking of jury duty, I obviously didn't get picked to sit on the panel since I was back at work today. Glad I didn't get picked because the trial was a civil case dealing with guaranteed loan defaults of defunct telecommunications companies. Dry stuff. I had already made up my mind about the case with just the kinds of questions the lawyers were asking those in the jury box. No way I could've been impartial. So, I may get called to serve again next week. This Federal court jury picking system is screwey. I've had to call every weekend to see I had to report the following Monday for over a month. I wasn't picked for Monday, but this week was told I had to call back on Monday to see if I was picked for Tuesday (and I was). Oh, well. Small world, though. My art teacher from Platt (Marty) was there. So I had a friendly face to shoot the bull with while waiting for us to be taken up to a courtroom. He got picked to sit in the other trial, so I have no idea if he's a juror or not. He had to report Monday, wasn't picked, then had to come back on Tuesday. Like I said, screwey.
The dog is having horrible gas tonight. I hope that doesn't mean a repeat of last week. He had horrible gas the night before the sickness set in. I need to go to bed but I'm afraid to try and sleep with him farting like that until Marcus gets home. Figures this is racquetball night when he gets home later than ususal. *sigh*
OK, I guess that's about it. Exciting, huh? Please send good employment vibes my way.
I worked on nothing job-related again today. I actually worked on a t-shirt for Marcus and one for me. It's my last chance to get things printed that are my own designs. I was feeling guilty about it until the art director asked what I thought of a shirt that he had made yesterday while I was out on jury duty. After that I was like, "Screw it--I'm going to work on my designs." So, I did. The company's deposits had holds on them again and the art director's check didn't clear this week. He was on the phone most of the morning trying to clear up the overdrafts on his account. Man, glad that wasn't me. Still a good thing that I've been given the boot. Employees shouldn't have to worry about paychecks clearing. Nobody's come right out and said it officiall, but I believe the company is toast. All the signs are there.
Speaking of jury duty, I obviously didn't get picked to sit on the panel since I was back at work today. Glad I didn't get picked because the trial was a civil case dealing with guaranteed loan defaults of defunct telecommunications companies. Dry stuff. I had already made up my mind about the case with just the kinds of questions the lawyers were asking those in the jury box. No way I could've been impartial. So, I may get called to serve again next week. This Federal court jury picking system is screwey. I've had to call every weekend to see I had to report the following Monday for over a month. I wasn't picked for Monday, but this week was told I had to call back on Monday to see if I was picked for Tuesday (and I was). Oh, well. Small world, though. My art teacher from Platt (Marty) was there. So I had a friendly face to shoot the bull with while waiting for us to be taken up to a courtroom. He got picked to sit in the other trial, so I have no idea if he's a juror or not. He had to report Monday, wasn't picked, then had to come back on Tuesday. Like I said, screwey.
The dog is having horrible gas tonight. I hope that doesn't mean a repeat of last week. He had horrible gas the night before the sickness set in. I need to go to bed but I'm afraid to try and sleep with him farting like that until Marcus gets home. Figures this is racquetball night when he gets home later than ususal. *sigh*
OK, I guess that's about it. Exciting, huh? Please send good employment vibes my way.
Name: LaDonna
