So very much has been going on here, a lot of which I was unable or unwilling to talk about since it was über sekrit or I didn’t want to jinx things, or else it was just whiny and depressing. And now I feel like I’ve been keeping things from you, which, it’s not that I don’t trust you. Please don’t think that. I know if you want to keep something low-key you should post it for 50 bizillon people on the intrawebs to read.
Anyway.
First, The Cartoonist announced he was leaving the company. Which made me sad, due to our retarded history (…shut up…) of sitting across from one another and wasting time by throwing paper airplanes. And then the big move happened and he changed cubes and kind of acted like a dink because apparently if you’re no longer in someone’s eye-line you don’t talk to them ever again. Whatever. So him leaving the company was no big surprise, is what I’m saying. Still, him leaving left the Production department in a bit of turmoil since they have had, like, zero turnover in the past 5 years and The Cartoonist chose possibly the most inopportune time to leave. Then my boss called me and said, “Hey, you’re going to have to step up and help out over there for the next couple of weeks.” Which I had planned on doing anyway.
THEN. A certain someone got the brilliant and sneaky idea to just replace The Cartoonist with me. Meaning I would leave my pub and move over to the “core” publications of the company and work on multiple mini-pubs and other fancy production stuff. And then they offered me a bit more money. That, coupled with chance to work in close quarters with awesome people who I am quite fond of, made me accept. So I’ve been promoted, kind of. I am now Supreme Goddess of Production, Overseer of All That is Good And Well-Designed (official title). And since one of the new duties I’ll be taking over is business cards for everyone in the company, I’m totally putting that on my card. Miss J is so going to regret this.
Deep breath. This means that I now have to help hire and then train my replacement before I can move over fully and begin being trained to take over the core pubs of the company. This so far, has not been going well. Mainly because the candidates have been less than stellar. The girl I was supposed to interview this morning cancelled on us. And the guy we were interviewing a week and half ago…he was special. Prior to the interview I got the brilliant idea to look him up on MySpace. PEOPLE. SERIOUSLY. If you’re applying for a job, make your profile private. Aside from the fact that his pictures either showed him drunk out of his mind or half naked (nice abs, dude), he referred to himself as “Captain Awesome” and his profile page was ass-ugly with crazy backgrounds and 40,000 plug-ins and widgets and nearly made me have a seizure. Which begs the question – if you can’t even make your damn myspace page look nice what the hell kind of designs are you going to do on this pub? Still, because I’m kind of an evil bitch I was looking forward to the actual interview so I could surreptitiously taunt him. (“Why I see that you have a lot of experience using InDesign as well as the entire Adobe Creative Suite. I’m impressed. You’re just like, this captain of awesomeness.”) But then he completely bombed our prepress quiz (really basic stuff too) so Miss J and forced the HR director to send him packing before we even got the chance to shake his hand. Ah, well, I’ll save my bitchiness for another day.
Meanwhile, I’ve been running around quietly spazzing out trying to figure out my living arrangements since Mike had been rather non-committal about not breaking the lease. Finally I up and made an executive decision and called our landlord and told them we were officially staying for another year. It’s finalized, in my head at least. But come this time next year I’ll probably be looking for my own apartment, sans roommates. Which scares the ever-loving shit out of me, but whatever. I’ll get over it.
This past weekend Kelly officially moved out, and as the time was drawing closer and closer, I got both more sad and nostalgic than I thought I would. Like, I knew I would be sad, obviously, but I didn’t realize how some things would really hit me. Like the time I came in and all the plants were gone from the kitchen. I have a black thumb so Kelly is the one who takes care of and maintains all the plant things. She’s so good at it, too. I didn’t realize how accustomed I’d become to being surrounded by leafy green things until they were gone. I literally damn near cried about losing those plants (although, obviously not about the plants). And then, the past month (most noticeably at The Fair) I kept hearing myself say things like, “Remember when…” and then launch into ridiculous stories about how we laughed that one time.
Because we did. We laughed a lot. And she was a damn good roommate. And now she’s gone, and sure she’s only like 3 blocks away, but things are just different now. And our apartment looks and feels oh so empty. And I’m sad.
Kelly, you and I had a good run. I miss having you as my roommate already.
God, I have a million other things to tell you. About dancing, about class, about my company's softball team which is offically ROCKING OUT in the playoffs, about new work friends, and exciting travel news. Stay tuned.
Anyway.
First, The Cartoonist announced he was leaving the company. Which made me sad, due to our retarded history (…shut up…) of sitting across from one another and wasting time by throwing paper airplanes. And then the big move happened and he changed cubes and kind of acted like a dink because apparently if you’re no longer in someone’s eye-line you don’t talk to them ever again. Whatever. So him leaving the company was no big surprise, is what I’m saying. Still, him leaving left the Production department in a bit of turmoil since they have had, like, zero turnover in the past 5 years and The Cartoonist chose possibly the most inopportune time to leave. Then my boss called me and said, “Hey, you’re going to have to step up and help out over there for the next couple of weeks.” Which I had planned on doing anyway.
THEN. A certain someone got the brilliant and sneaky idea to just replace The Cartoonist with me. Meaning I would leave my pub and move over to the “core” publications of the company and work on multiple mini-pubs and other fancy production stuff. And then they offered me a bit more money. That, coupled with chance to work in close quarters with awesome people who I am quite fond of, made me accept. So I’ve been promoted, kind of. I am now Supreme Goddess of Production, Overseer of All That is Good And Well-Designed (official title). And since one of the new duties I’ll be taking over is business cards for everyone in the company, I’m totally putting that on my card. Miss J is so going to regret this.
Deep breath. This means that I now have to help hire and then train my replacement before I can move over fully and begin being trained to take over the core pubs of the company. This so far, has not been going well. Mainly because the candidates have been less than stellar. The girl I was supposed to interview this morning cancelled on us. And the guy we were interviewing a week and half ago…he was special. Prior to the interview I got the brilliant idea to look him up on MySpace. PEOPLE. SERIOUSLY. If you’re applying for a job, make your profile private. Aside from the fact that his pictures either showed him drunk out of his mind or half naked (nice abs, dude), he referred to himself as “Captain Awesome” and his profile page was ass-ugly with crazy backgrounds and 40,000 plug-ins and widgets and nearly made me have a seizure. Which begs the question – if you can’t even make your damn myspace page look nice what the hell kind of designs are you going to do on this pub? Still, because I’m kind of an evil bitch I was looking forward to the actual interview so I could surreptitiously taunt him. (“Why I see that you have a lot of experience using InDesign as well as the entire Adobe Creative Suite. I’m impressed. You’re just like, this captain of awesomeness.”) But then he completely bombed our prepress quiz (really basic stuff too) so Miss J and forced the HR director to send him packing before we even got the chance to shake his hand. Ah, well, I’ll save my bitchiness for another day.
Meanwhile, I’ve been running around quietly spazzing out trying to figure out my living arrangements since Mike had been rather non-committal about not breaking the lease. Finally I up and made an executive decision and called our landlord and told them we were officially staying for another year. It’s finalized, in my head at least. But come this time next year I’ll probably be looking for my own apartment, sans roommates. Which scares the ever-loving shit out of me, but whatever. I’ll get over it.
This past weekend Kelly officially moved out, and as the time was drawing closer and closer, I got both more sad and nostalgic than I thought I would. Like, I knew I would be sad, obviously, but I didn’t realize how some things would really hit me. Like the time I came in and all the plants were gone from the kitchen. I have a black thumb so Kelly is the one who takes care of and maintains all the plant things. She’s so good at it, too. I didn’t realize how accustomed I’d become to being surrounded by leafy green things until they were gone. I literally damn near cried about losing those plants (although, obviously not about the plants). And then, the past month (most noticeably at The Fair) I kept hearing myself say things like, “Remember when…” and then launch into ridiculous stories about how we laughed that one time.
Because we did. We laughed a lot. And she was a damn good roommate. And now she’s gone, and sure she’s only like 3 blocks away, but things are just different now. And our apartment looks and feels oh so empty. And I’m sad.
Kelly, you and I had a good run. I miss having you as my roommate already.
God, I have a million other things to tell you. About dancing, about class, about my company's softball team which is offically ROCKING OUT in the playoffs, about new work friends, and exciting travel news. Stay tuned.
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