Weekend Update w/ me. Just me. 'n' stuff.
Yeah, haven't posted for a few days. Busy.
Saturday I was at CBT on and off throughout the day. Lara's fitting took maybe 10 minutes, when I finally had an opportunity to do it (they had new choreography to learn, so I had to wait until afterwards. kinda cool watching, but I hadn't planned on the time issue). But mostly everything already fits, so not a whole lot of alterations.
Talbots went well. They were nice and will pay okay. Seems like a great company to work for. Maybe at some point?
Ward's show was fantastic! I got to see many of the other musicians and artist from around town. I didn't realize I already knew so many people! So the verdict is in: Ward is both a rock god and a virtuoso. Very nice.
On Sunday I went to an Easter get together at one of the Kiki writer's parents' house. (confused yet?) Good times, great oldies (to quote). Met lots of amazingly nice ppl and stayed until 1 am discussing, amongst other things, how to make Kiki the beginning of a united Charleston artist/performer scene. The only bad part of the evening was that I'm covered in bug bites. Evil gnats and mosquitos, they ignored the bug spray. Let me tell you, my legs and feet look especially attractive covered in red bumps. Stupid mean Carolina bugs. It's distracting, I keep scratching! Argh!
Monday was stressful, of course. Work always is; I'm always terribly nervous when the boss is around. Almost to the point that I'm shaking. I don't mess up much, but I feel as if I've committed a crime when I do. not fun. :( I'm not perfect, and I"m doing the best that I can, but I don't feel like it's good enough. it sucks. Kiki rehearsal was fun though. I like going, it helps dissolve the ickies from work.
Tuesday was a little better -- had some lovely conversations with customers-- but at the end of the day I spent about an hour in the basket room. With sweetgrass and straw baskets.
Basket room+ me + severe allergies = one very unhappy gal.
My voice was starting to go, just from being in there and breathing in the straw-ness. Boss didn't notice. Voice came back, headache stayed. Me no likey. My stomach hurts from the stress. I felt a bit like little Cosette. I try to make myself as scarce as possible and not interfere when I'm told to do stuff in the "stock room" aka basket room of doom. There's not much air in there as it is, so I think that exacerbates the problem. My sinuses are draining like it's their job! (and maybe it is...)
I need to get to a point where I can focus. I have Kiki stuff to do. I'm feeling very scattered, which is evident from the state of my room. (minor chaos.)
Maybe I should budget my stressing: not stress about work (yeah right) and focus on things I'm passionate about (Cabaret Kiki) -- and then if I must stress, put it toward my passion. A friend of mine does that, and it sounds like a good idea. I just don't know if I can handle work if it's gonna be like this... It may get better. I mean, logically it should, I just don't know if the change will be significant enough. I was debated today whether it's better to be miserable and make money or to not have as much money and be happy. I think I'd rather be happy. Just not sure what I'm going to do about that, though...
Saturday I was at CBT on and off throughout the day. Lara's fitting took maybe 10 minutes, when I finally had an opportunity to do it (they had new choreography to learn, so I had to wait until afterwards. kinda cool watching, but I hadn't planned on the time issue). But mostly everything already fits, so not a whole lot of alterations.
Talbots went well. They were nice and will pay okay. Seems like a great company to work for. Maybe at some point?
Ward's show was fantastic! I got to see many of the other musicians and artist from around town. I didn't realize I already knew so many people! So the verdict is in: Ward is both a rock god and a virtuoso. Very nice.
On Sunday I went to an Easter get together at one of the Kiki writer's parents' house. (confused yet?) Good times, great oldies (to quote). Met lots of amazingly nice ppl and stayed until 1 am discussing, amongst other things, how to make Kiki the beginning of a united Charleston artist/performer scene. The only bad part of the evening was that I'm covered in bug bites. Evil gnats and mosquitos, they ignored the bug spray. Let me tell you, my legs and feet look especially attractive covered in red bumps. Stupid mean Carolina bugs. It's distracting, I keep scratching! Argh!
Monday was stressful, of course. Work always is; I'm always terribly nervous when the boss is around. Almost to the point that I'm shaking. I don't mess up much, but I feel as if I've committed a crime when I do. not fun. :( I'm not perfect, and I"m doing the best that I can, but I don't feel like it's good enough. it sucks. Kiki rehearsal was fun though. I like going, it helps dissolve the ickies from work.
Tuesday was a little better -- had some lovely conversations with customers-- but at the end of the day I spent about an hour in the basket room. With sweetgrass and straw baskets.
Basket room+ me + severe allergies = one very unhappy gal.
My voice was starting to go, just from being in there and breathing in the straw-ness. Boss didn't notice. Voice came back, headache stayed. Me no likey. My stomach hurts from the stress. I felt a bit like little Cosette. I try to make myself as scarce as possible and not interfere when I'm told to do stuff in the "stock room" aka basket room of doom. There's not much air in there as it is, so I think that exacerbates the problem. My sinuses are draining like it's their job! (and maybe it is...)
I need to get to a point where I can focus. I have Kiki stuff to do. I'm feeling very scattered, which is evident from the state of my room. (minor chaos.)
Maybe I should budget my stressing: not stress about work (yeah right) and focus on things I'm passionate about (Cabaret Kiki) -- and then if I must stress, put it toward my passion. A friend of mine does that, and it sounds like a good idea. I just don't know if I can handle work if it's gonna be like this... It may get better. I mean, logically it should, I just don't know if the change will be significant enough. I was debated today whether it's better to be miserable and make money or to not have as much money and be happy. I think I'd rather be happy. Just not sure what I'm going to do about that, though...
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