| Bok bok bok booooooook!! |
[Nov. 26th, 2009|10:38 pm] |
Singing chicken. Genius. Oh hell, it's the Muppets. There's nothing about this that isn't genius.
Though with the HD.. it does look like Animal might be getting on in the years a bit. I suppose that's something you're going to be seeing a lot with HD, though.
So I have an infected mucus sack. It sounds so much more.. uhm.. fancy(?) than it really is. What it is is me being an old rickety lady and having hip issues. Like I needed to feel more like a swamp hag than I already did. For whatever reason (possibly due to work having ridiculous broken chairs that dump you on the ground and slide away if you so much as turn your head fast) my left leg feels and acts like it's two inches longer than the right one, hurts like hell when I try to put on shoes and makes me walk like a duck. Or a rickety old lady. Though if those are my choices, I'd almost go for the duck option. But since I work sitting down, I'm apparently perfectly alright to work throughout the healing process.
Bottom half of your body; not something doctors are familiar with.
Oh well, it only hurts when I'm sitting down.. or walking.. or trying to get out of bed.... *sigh*
Apparently there's mucus sacks around your joints that are there to cushion them. Kinda like air bags, only with mucus. Hurrah. And the one(s) around my left thigh bone - hip joint is infected. Meaning a course of really weird looking high intensity pain meds for a week. Fortunately I don't have to use muscle relaxants since the sack is not a muscle and those pills would do absolutely nothing except knock me out cold. So that's good, right?
Sorry about being cranky. Us old ladies are like that sometimes. :)
I've been doing some staggeringly expensive gift tags for the shop. I don't suppose many people get their gift tags online, but in case someone does, I thought I'd make them look as high end as possible. Smartz, that's meh.
Ouchy.
Oh ha ha, it's a play on words!
Crap, I'm annoying myself again.
Why isn't there a smiley for "In pain"?
Good things? Social security people came through for me and I can even get a haircut this week! No more looking like the Crypt Keeper with my blond roots! Well, not for few weeks anyway. :)
Is all poshy, no?
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| Best review of New Moon evah |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|05:55 pm] |
Spoony, I <3 you.
It's also worth it to go to The Spoony Experiment website to read his additional notes on Bella. XD |
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| Doodle sketch |
[Nov. 21st, 2009|09:16 am] |
I have a few angry rants (mostly about how this motherf*#!ing internet is full of motherf*#!ing viruses) but since I haven't poseted anything even close to art in a while, I though I'd put this Sunday Doodle sketch (you know.. for The Other MySPace Profile? No? Yeah.. I know it's been a year since I updated that one) on here along with the video that goes with it.
....aaaaand the vid:
See? Is funny because like.. um.. cats are scary. Ha ha ha. Ha. Laugh you fools!
*sigh*
I might as well do a little bitter rant here: I'm for now unable to read anyone else's LJ entries, since there's a pesky trojan attached to my friends page, selling fake antivirus software. It's an improved version of the one that just resized your window and prevented you from visiting a site in peace. This one resizes the window, prevents you from reading the site AND prevent me from closing the window lest I download the bloody useless money grabbing pest program on my computer. So nothing really works on it beyond booting the computer and staying away from the site/page that has this attached. I can tell you that booting the computer several times a day is sort of annoying.
So that's kind of me apologizing if I'm missing stuff from other people's lives. LJ has been notified since my own caché clearings didn't help, but when they'll look into it is anyone's guess. And it might just go away on it's own too.
Right, going to need a morning cuppa, methinks. :) |
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| Aaaaaand.. then what happened? |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|09:59 pm] |
Well, my new Franken-puter got a virus that proceeded to chomp to bits my hard drive and made sure there was no way on god's green earth that it could be formated. We got a new one after a few days searching (though I really can't complain that Sunday's trek would've been a complete bust, with or without a HD; I got to spend some quality time with dad and the GF sitting in a cafe with a delishus coffee-chocolate drink and look at all the Christmas decorations at the mall. Believe me that's a very rare treat.). And after dad hunted down a new HD at his favourite geek shop (they sell actual inner bits of computers as opposed to the bits us computer illiterates recognise, like mousepads and speakers), and we tried unsuccesfully installing the old XP to a freshly opened clean HD, it turned out that the CD-player was fucked. Well, you would be if you'd been dropped face down from the back of a car. It's amazing that it hadn't broken down years ago.
Sidenote: the Franken-puter is built up from bits and bobs by dad, with his very own hands, from the motherboard up. The only thing missing from it to make it the ultimate geek appliance is a pimped up case. If dad was a full on nerd, the computer would probably be built into a sofa or a Star Wars figurine.
Good thing we hadn't thrown out the old computer yet, so we could salvage a perfectly functioning CD-player from that one.
I actually got a wee bit nostalgic that the Franken-puter now has a piece of my old compy in it too.
Should I be worried that it makes me kinda mushy? O.o
Eh, anyhoo... the computer is now (after 6 hours of taking things apart and putting them back together again) at an elementary stage, nothing else on it but virus protection and FF.
So yeah, that's kinda my excuse for missing two whole weeks of updating anything much in the store. Oh wait, I did manage to get the dark apparel versions of Uncle Vlad stuff up. Go me. Yes, that's sarcasm.
Ok, so I'm kinda happy how those few things came out:
On the bright side, I got a lot of time with dad and the GF, some passing connection to the human world at the mall, a fresh HD and a clean toilet. I might not be house proud enough to keep it pristine when it's just for me, but I do make sure that it'll shine like the morning sun when there are computery installing people visiting it. :)
So yeah... Hello, World. How have you been? :) |
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| Not entirely unexpected computery ekploshun |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|07:14 pm] |
The computer finally fried. And you can imagine the sort of fit I got into too. A few good cries later, dad instructed me over the phone as to how to recover most everything of worth in the safe mode. Almost nothing lost. That is until it got to the point of setting up the new(ish) computer - dad's old Frankenstein machine of different coloured bits and bobs that hum like the drunken Devil when they're on; it appears that my flawless filing system of putting everything in neat piles on top of each other and then forgetting I already had a pile for whatever sort of thing and starting a new pile for it somewhere else, didn't quite work. Somehow managed to lose track of scanner set up CD, pocket cam set up CD, latest AVG and probably a host of other CDs that are not immediately missed. I did find an outdated Norman Antivirus set up though.
Yes, Norman, not Norton.
Because the people who create cheap anti virus programs for Microsoft wouldn't want to be accused of plagiarism....
Anyhoo.... most set ups can fortunately be dug up from online. So my unorganized ass might be safe this time. As far as the computer goes, my biggest hurdle is now trying to find absolutely anything in Windows 7 in Finnish. Not only is the OS in Finnish, both IE and FF are too (though once I've located things like "My Computer", FF might get reinstalled). It's sort of sad and a lot ridiculous that as computer illiterate as I am, I could still navigate to some extent on the English XP. On the Finnish 7.. I can't even begin to fathom what most of these words might symbolise. Yes, symbolise. If you're looking for accurate translations, you're just on this side of Babel Fish for luck.
Also slightly worried of the amount of work waiting for me now that I missed a week. Gah.
And we got snow. Like, by the buckets.
Eh, I love my recycled Frankenmonster machine. It's too short and extra wide, just like me and makes way too much noise. We're SO meant to be together! ^_^ |
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| Muppets = win |
[Oct. 30th, 2009|12:23 am] |
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Like anyone needed further proof that anything related to Muppets or Sesame Street is full of win and awesome.
All updates on all sites ridiculously late. Strike that, all updates on all sites PLUS all communication to friends has suffered a sort of a breakdown. No excuses. Trying to get everything up to speed by Sunday. Wish me luck. :) |
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| Slightly exhausted |
[Oct. 26th, 2009|05:23 pm] |
It's not really that I've worked so hard, more like not having slept enough. The Halloween designs are coming along very very veeeery slowly. I'm just not as fast with the drawing tablet as I'd like to think. Bah! So it took the better part of last night to finish up the two most obvious holiday designs (there's two more, but those can be applied to general witchyness so I prioritized them to later. As in today. After I'm done labelling all the other stuff.... and possibly eaten something.. and walked around a bit so the circulation doesn't completely cut off from my legs.
And after all those night hours I put into the designs.. I'm not entirely happy with them.
Figures.
Anyhoooo, it possibly wasn't the smartest idea in the world to keep on drawing during the night when I knew I had a job interview in the morning. Not enough sleep = gas. The place would be close though, so that's always a plus. But it's 8 hours of sitting, so that's not such a good thing.
My ass is going to be the size of north pole by the end of the year.
Oh, and I hear back from mum with some additional info on the assitant job. Brace yourselves. Instead of living with mum and the new hubby and being awkward about depending on them and uncomfortable about living with mum, I'd be living somewhere far off in the coutryside, in a "modest" little village. Those are her words. Minus the quotation marks. On my own far away from anything, not speaking the language, surrounded by people who don't speak mine. Or any common one. Apparently the employer would foot the bill for the flights (oh gee, here I was thinking that that was pretty much a given.. since I have no money for any sort of tickets, little less flights to Mexico!), and arrange for modest accomodation (I'd hate to even think what that might mean in local terms remembering what mum's first place there was like and that no "modest" was used to describe that), but on the plus side there's a "shower" (I kid you not, she did use quotations with that) and loads of tortillas sold locally, so I'd have something to eat.. what with my intolerances and all.
I'm being urged to take the job because of the near vicinity of fame it would put me in. Yeah... I would get to paint the top parts of a town hall.. but thinking about it, it's not my work and go forward two mayors and the walls will be covered with something else.
Ok, possibly not, these people do appreciate art, but I think I'm allowed to be a bit cynical here.
Sounds like a sweet deal, hu? Ammarite or ammarite?
Yeah, I'm not going. Not for all the tortillas in the world.
On the plus side, I did make a slightly inappropriate baby shirt today.. pumpkins smoking, extorting candy and threatening people with a knife. And he will cut a bitch up. Kinda glad now I left out the tommy gun I originally had in there:
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| So here's the deal |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|01:12 am] |
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I got a pretty awesome job offer. Working as an assistant to an established artist who suffers from acrophobia to paint those hard to reach places he's unable to go to because of said you know.. ze fear of heights. This would be a particular gig specific job that would last at least until this particular project (the walls of some government building... and the ceiling? I forget the details now) would be done. I'd be working with another assistant who has an actual degree in the painting stuff, so they might be kind enough to show me just how they want things done. Cuz ye know, never really studied oil painting, just splattered some stuff on canvas on my own, so I really have no clue as to how you're "supposed to" do it.
But there's a catch. Of course there is. All faustian deals have catches.
The job's in Mexico. Meaning I'd get it through my mum. Well, her hubby, really. Meaning living close to her and having to have close contact with her just because of the language and cultural issues if nothing else. Oh yeah, and there's the language thing. Like spanish and stuff. Which I don't speak beyond asking for a bill and saying thanks and yes. I could see myself getting into serious legal trouble shouting out those in public places.
It also means trying to pack up and sell everything I own on a really tight schedule, moving 9 more hours away from Dom (the time difference would then be 16 hours all in all, or 8 hours depeding on how you want to count it.. when it's Saturday 8am there, it's Friday 4pm in Mexico) and throwing the schedule for seeing Dom in real life completely up in the air. At least up until I've gotten settled in Mexico.
And of course I'd have to renew all my computer hardware stuff within a month. With no money. |
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| Art wank |
[Oct. 23rd, 2009|02:26 pm] |
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What's the point of art that has no content, doesn't invoke thought or feeling, doesn't make you laugh or cry, doesn't convey a point of view, but exists solely to show just how well the artists can copy a photograph in their chosen medium? A complete faximile of a photo up to a point where you can't tell the difference between the two? Good for you, but what exactly was the reason for recreating an existing image exactly the same way right down to the last blemish?
When you are given the tools and the talent to show something (everything) that normally can't be seen with the naked eye, why limit yourself.
K, done with blowing off steam. :) |
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| O.o |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|07:05 pm] |
Watching a crime show and an entire scene was completely stolen by a fabulous door. A door. Srsly. You know the series is lacking in content if a bloody door upstages everyone and everything in it (but boy was that door fabulous... are all doors in L.A. navy crime scenes that fabulous?).
Also if someone could explain to me how The Big Bang Theory is funny, I'd appreciate it. Or the appeal in True Blood. I completely lost interrest after the first episode in this new season. Just... can't... take... the.... clichés..... for... 55... minutes... at... a.... time..... Captain.
Or maybe I'm just going nuts and all of this is in my head. Not having a job can't be good for you in long term. Much like listening to some people's opinions, it makes you quietly resentful.
Day #somehugenumber of Slapping My Forehead Repeatedly For Having Dated Some People. How the stupid oozing out of them seems to escape some perfectly intelligent and lovely women, is completely beyond me.
Then again, there are confessed eco geeks who don't recognice zuccinis or the fact there's a reason why moldy walls are not acceptable. So really, anything's possible.
And I really shouldn't be complaining here when there's so much work to do.
Or should I make some dinner first? Decisions, decisions.... |
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| Creative overload |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|07:33 am] |
I'm up yet again in ungodly hours and I went to bed.. wait, I didn't go to bed. Just sort of passed out... thinking about Halloween desings that should've by all rights been done a week or so ago. Got a bit late start on those, should really be working on Christmas and Thanksgiving stuff already. Never close your eyes while ironing out the details of a design! Sleeping and thinking with your eyes closed are deceptively similar!
Yeah, like I'll remember that the next time...
So the past week or two have been extra busy, extra sort of rewarding when compared to most of the years before them, extra stressfull with no money coming in from anywhere and all the paperwork for said money issues kind of being scattered all over the apartment. I really should have some sort of a drawer thingy. You know.. like people usually have either under their tables or attached to the tables in some other way. I have no such drawer. So all the more important paperwork is in two cardboard boxes from the move.
And when was it that I moved, you may ask.
Don't ask. It definitely was NOT two years ago... it can't have been.. because having all the important paperwork in cardboard boxes for two years would just be silly. Right? Right?! Not the sort of thing a sane healty person does. *nervous laughter*
So that whole organising thing got sort of stuck half way when money for acquiring things like drawers ran out.
To be perfectly honest, now that I'm thinking about it, there hasn't really been a time in my life when I haven't been either making do or just been totally broke ass. Not in the sense that my ass would've been fractured or anything. And it's really tiring. And and.. I can't see that changing for as long as I live in this country. The cost of living is just ridiculously astronomical. The working people have been divided into the fabulously wealthy (who, btw, are mostly not registered for taxation in Finland, but have exported their moneys to places like Monaco or Switzerland or the various more tropical locales that don't tax possesions), the middle class who only sometimes suffer low income, and the big giant chunk of populance who earn just enough to not drive them absolutely crazy. The complete absurdity of the situation became apparent now that cleaners will finally be getting a general pay rise. 16,5% over 3 years. Fear not, they still wont make enough to pay their rents. A percentage of a small wage will make for a small raise, no matter how big the overall percentage might look like. If we were talking about "real" wages, or corporate leader wages, that would actually make a difference. Now we're talking about a single warm meal per week sort of raise. But I sort of digress. Looking at the conversation said news stirred, people were worried that a mere cleaner would now be making as much as, or more than, an academic professional! Oh the nerve! Don't you people in charge know how underappreciated we academic professionals feel with our miniscule wages that don't cover our costs?!
A trainee professional makes little less than 2000€ per month.
A full time cleaner makes 1300€.
There's two things that that comparison makes painfully obvious: 1. People don't really have a firm grasp on just how shit a cleaner's wage is. You thought it might have been a little less since they're not "educated people" and all, right? Well, it's even less than that and then you think about the bare minimum that people have to get by on when they're living off social security, and a cleaner's wage is even less than that. That's how little it is. It's so low that you didn't even know it was legal to make people work for a pay like that.
2. How absolutely nutcrackingly crazy expensive living here is when 2000€ a month is too little to provide any sort of comfortable living for a working stiff. And make no mistake, 2000€ is little. It may sound a lot, but to put it in everyday living terms: 2000€ a month and you can take a holiday abroad every two years.. unles you smoke or go out every weekend or have pets or children or like a cup of coffee and eating out every now and then. And that's assuming that you have a steady fulltime job. If said 2000€ is acquired through an agency job, you might get lucky if you get that holiday every 4 years since you don't accumulate any vacation time and thus any time off you take directly affects your wage.
That's how crap it is.
Ok, enough with the grim realities of life.
The store has been eating up all my time. I'm not complaining because I absolutely love doing it. I want this to be a substantial part of my income. And it's so stimulating. That's not sarcasm, I swear. It really is awesomely inspiring. My head's completely fudged up with all the designs I want to and need to put down right at this very minute, but can't because let's face it, I do need to get the paperwork on social security moving again so as to have something to pay the rent with. The shop's probably not going to do any such thing for another year or so. Though it's not for the lack of trying. :D
Side effect of doing something I'm really enjoying? All healthy eating plans have gone out the window with a lead weight on their neck and so have atlethic pursuits, healthy sleeping patters, brushing teeth and moisturising.
Amma gonna work on that. Just as soon as I finish these few Halloween designs. Really. Can I use scout's honor? No?
Oh, and I got credited for a pic in a book. And it's got a Simon Pegg quote on the cover! No money for it though, but I'll take the credit and be totally chuffed about that. :)
Ze book.. really, you knew this is what it was going to be about... :P
Ze pic
This is how badly I've neglected things: I had to put these on Photobucket since I haven't been to Flickr again for a month or so and I'm on a major guilt trip about that too. Oy vey.. I could just as well turn catholic. |
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| Don't be hatin' |
[Oct. 17th, 2009|06:20 am] |
I like Eminem's music. There. Don't be hatin'.
Really, most of it's fun and it makes for a change rapping about big asses and performing sexual acts on said asses while rolling in booze/money/vodka jello. So that's probably just the white girl in me talking (the one that was for a brief moment in history, a Vanilla Ice fan), but anything that's well done and still different from the norm is worth a mention in my book.
Anyhoo, enough with defending personal tastes. Here's an Eminem song done in klingon with full gear on.
Like you wouldn't have done it if you'd come up with it first. :)
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| Subtlety is the key |
[Oct. 14th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
Finally got the bookplates up. And as per usualy, the one that I was the most excited about didn't turn out to be my favourite, but the one that I gave the least attention to did. Bah. Fickle brain. If I was dating my brain, I wouldn't trust it to go out at night on it's own and not hook up with the neighbor's brain.
Fave bookplate:
No one's ever going to send these cards to their friends but I'd so love someone who did. LOL!
Ok, that's sort of evil....
Utterly pooped right now.. should get to doing the last batch and then a CAPTCHA design and then some physical art work and then some submissions sending and I don't think the night's long enough... *crashes*
Oh food! Food be such a good idea. |
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| Female generalizations |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|02:40 pm] |
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Since I'm a wee bit sick and thus unable to go to job interviews and I just accidently hung up to a headhunter mid phonecall (my cell ran out of battery, so it's really REALLY wasn't on purpose, but damn it), I'm a bit frustrated. And when I'm frustrated, stupid things get to me and I need to vent about said stupid things.
Like the most annoying habit some women have to make comments on behalf of all of us. Quit it. It's the sole reason I stopped reading The Female Eunuch; I don't appreciate being lumped into a group when the group consists of people as vastly different as every single female on the planet, and being told what sort of a person I am and how I think by someone who I've never met. Now it might be a silly reason, but it's my reason and ain't no one going to take that away from me. Especially by telling me that "women don't do that".
I'm not going to debate physical similarities between women. Obviously we have at least two X-chromosomes if we're born female. And if we're born female, there's going to be some hormonal similarities as well as a more condensed brain as opposed to a man's. What I am debating is everything else. Please please please stop going online to spout ignorant crap about "all women really wanting a dominant male who takes charge" when you don't know all women in the world and clearly don't have a concept of what an "alpha male" really means. I'm not going to rag on you too much for not understanding the dominant male concept since it's pretty clear that most men don't quite grasp it either, but I will say that I'm sick and bloody tired of some self-righteous chicky with more hot air than sense going on record online telling everyone (including men) that "what ALL women really want is a dominant male who will take charge".
You do not know all women, nor are we a hive mind, so stop speaking on every woman's behalf.
Men can often be confused by statements like this and take is as the truth since it seems to be coming from a woman. Which leads to trouble when combined with the next point...
... that most people don't have a firm grasp on what an alpha male/female means and therefore think that acting like a school yard bully serves the purpose.
This is not a good thing.
If you're one of those women who like to be dominated - and I do mean dominated wholy - then go right ahead. Your personal relationship preferences are not an issue with other people. They never should be, but I suspect not a lot of people who spout out things about dominant males understand what dominating means and how a good dominant behaves.
What a lot of these airheads of ill fortune mean when they say "a dominant male" is just the window decorations of an abusive, stereotypical spouse. The kind that thinks cleaning the toilets is women's work. Or cooking the dinner is women's work. Or doing anything around the house is women's work and therefore beneath a man. The kind that doesn't believe in grooming because that's the work of women and gays. The kind that actually think they're entitled to things because of their sex (and not because of actual work they've put into their life or themselves) and that all women are inherently less capable because of their sex. Need I point out that this is NOT how a self confident and self aware man/woman has to think? This is all just superficial behavioral models learned from lord knows where.
People are not born full of hate or selfentitlement or delusions of importance. Nor are people born self aware, confident, capable and understanding of their own missgivings. All of these things need to be worked for.
Do people prefer to associate with alpha personalities? Of course! Because they're confident and understanding and human and capable of inspiring other people, you would want to hang out with a person like that. Because they inspire you to work harder, be better and they never make you feel like you wouldn't be an awesome person already. That's what a real alpha personality is. Sure they're capable of taking charge, but they're equally capable of not taking it when other people are more qualified to handle a situation.
They're so cool that they never have to point it out to other people that they're cool. Because that wouldn't be cool at all. An alpha personality will be your equal in a relationship no matter how you divide household chores or how you feel about yourself.
If you really want to be dominated, then understand that this really does mean that you will be dominated. Also understand that a lot of men will say they're dominating because it strokes their ego to say that and they don't have an actual graps of the responcibilities that come with dominating. They just like the idea.
If you want to date a caveman with a spinchter tighter than the pope's underwear, knock yourself out, but will you please please please for the love of Santa Claus and all his little elves stop saying on public forums that "all women like to be dominated".
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| You know you're cheap when... |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|01:55 am] |
So I've been doing my sketching by hand and then scanning it and doing the linework and whatnot on the computer (because damn it, I just suck at sketching on the computer) to make.. well, anything. Mostly product desings right now. Anyhoo.. for the most part I've been trying to break the image down to elements that I've sketched by hand separately if I think that I'll want to use the image or elements in different products that require rearranging for optimum fit. Which results in a lot of small sketches which I scan as separate images. Like this:
However, since I'm a cheap bastid and am using copy paper for the sketching (as opposed to real paper that would create less mess and individual pieces of paper floating around the house creating small piles and driving me nuts), sometimes the sketches look like this:
I swear, I'm not making design with books being dropped on adorable woodland creatures. It's just the result of using the same piece of paper more than twice and not even having the common sense of sketching on it the same way up. :P |
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| I iz working. Honest! |
[Oct. 11th, 2009|04:02 am] |
Just having a bit of an issue with a japanese themed bookplate. So there's doodling in between....
Is my geek showing again?
Well, I thought they looked totally like Luke and Vader, so nieh. :P |
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| Migraine |
[Oct. 8th, 2009|01:20 pm] |
First evening at the new job and today I have a migraine. I kid you not when I say that I got it from thinking about going back.
This job I do not like.
So for clarity's sake, I don't hate the actual cleaning part. That's just something that needs to be done and frankly, I quite enjoy seeing things all neat and sparkly and not with giant carnivorous dust bunnies waging tribal wars on it. It's a state that everyone benefits from.
What I didn't enjoy (and the sad thing is that this hasn't changed since the last time I had a cleaning job 5 years ago, or the time before that I had a cleaning job which was 10 years ago) is the blatant lying about schedules and how doing a job that absolutely needs to be done is considered something that only the simple minded and the elderly do. In short, if you're doing a cleaning job, there must be something fundamentally wrong with your head so you should be treated as punching bag and your lunch money should be stolen.
Side note: I don't mean that there's something fundamentally wrong with elderly people, just that they're usually thought of as not-altogether-there, regardless if that's true or not.
After last night, I felt abused. I was physically tired, but unlike most times when you're physically tired after a day's work, I didn't have a sense of accomplishment or of having worked for my money. I just felt like I'd been screwed up the butt the wrong way.
Just like the previous time at a cleaning job, the time it takes to do everything that's wanted is counted based on the cleaner physically running through the area. I do mean that in a very literal sense. For the entire 6 hours, I was running. And sweating. And that was with two people (me and a trainer) working the area I'm supposed to be doing on my own.
It also turns out that when they say "people take breaks and stop to chat", they mean that the cleaners run around with coffee cups in one hand and a roll of garbage bags in the other. There are no breaks. No sitting down or having a drink of water for 6 hours. How's that even allowed?! Sure you can have some water, but you'll have to do the marathon thing and just chuck it in the relative direction of your mouth and hope you'll get hydrated from the skin contact.
So you work hard for 6 hours. Lots of people do. Lots of people in developing countries and sweat shops work harder for longer days. And you don't mind working hard, do you? No ma'am, Mrs Imaginary Narrator In My Head, I don't mind working hard. What I do mind is working just as hard as someone who does 8 hours a day and getting paid 8,10€ an hour for it. The time spent on the work equals a full time job with the silly starting time of 3pm (this is to avoid having to pay evening extra for all 6 hours and none of the night extras as the 6 hours are up just before the night extra hours kick in) and yet I get paid 900€ per month for it.. minus taxes.. which means I'm left with about 800€ .
Need I remind my employer that 1200€ is the official powerty line? if you make under 2000€ a month, you're considered poor because it's unlikely that your wage after taxes is going to cover all your living expenses. So 900€ a month? Really? Are you kidding me?
It's not strictly this employer's fault that the minimum wage in the field is so low. The unions are there to argue on your behalf to keep/make the wage such that you can survive on it. However, there's nothing stopping the employer from paying more if they wanted to.
Guess how many want tp pay more than they're legally required.
I don't get how the wages in this field continue to be so low. It's a job that needs to be done. You honestly can't survive without it. Your business would go under within days if you just stopped doing the cleaning in your offices or place of employment. Just look at Hoarders and think if all business looked like those houses. Rotting pumpkin on the floor in the mids of cat weewee... eh, you get the idea.
That's what would happen without cleaners.
And yet it isn't a service you'd have to pay for and get it done well? Are you kidding me?!
This might have been the point in my thought process when I started getting the migraine.
Oh yeah, and I get a few cents extra on top of the minimum wage because I have some years of previous experience on this. So I'm not even in the shittiest positions here.
Aaaaah.. now that the painkiller's kicking in, I don't feel quite as crap. But I trust that'll go away after I get to work in about half an hour.
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[Oct. 5th, 2009|11:40 pm] |
Sterling title, I know. Really. I would put more effort into thinking up something fabulously intriguing if... um.. if I had an orange flavoured double espresso? Erm, yes. Once I have that, I shall come up with the most perfect title in the world. Until then, random grunts will have to do.
Starting the new job on Wednesday. I can't say I'm looking forward to it. Granted, it'll be a stable income of actual money (as opposed to Monopoly or chocolate or dream job money) but I'm just not really looking forward to doing that stuff again. Been there, done that, didn't really care for it enough to make it a profession, hopefully wont have to stay in it longer than it takes to pay off some debt and get travel moneys saved up. Which really meand staying on there anywhere from 4 months to 4 years if we're being nihilistic. I'm honestly trying not to be. Just sort of bummed. I suppose that'll pass when something good comes my way, right? And at least it's close by. I don't think I've ever lived as close to a job before. Unles you count working from home and given that I've never really made money on that, you really shouldn't.
The other bummy thing is that the computer is not well. It takes a few tries to get it started up. Not good. Thank goodness dad sponsored a external hard drive, so I'll have to stick all my drawing and photo stuff on there just in cases. Looking at some discounts on computers in the ads today and I'm surprised how reasonable the prices are. But then again, there's reasonable and there's me not having money for bills, so... pretty much any amount is unreasonable for a computer right now. But it's good to know that they're not light years away. :)
Eh, determined not to turn this into a pity party. Just keep chugging stuff on the store and updating those other damn sites I've been neglecting and we'll have this two legged horse up and running in less time than you'd think. :)
Shall we do a comparison? Yay, comparison time!
Sketch (like I posted it before a few days ago)
Finished design on a mousepad!
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[Oct. 5th, 2009|02:09 am] |
Craig Ferguson continues to be awesome in all manner of ways. :)
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