megan_h

A co-worker sent this to me this morning, and it made sense and made me happy.



A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...

enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to.....
something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..

a youth she's content to leave behind.....
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .......

a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..

a feeling of control over her destiny...
how to fall in love without losing herself..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without;
ruining the friendship....

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....

when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....

that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .

whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table..
or a charming Inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

What she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year....

Can you say "Team Logo"?

I work in photoshop all day long. Making layers, moving layers, painting layers, deleting layers. This video makes me feel like I need to get away from my computer more, go buy a bunch of spray paint and some xacto knives, and get back into the art realm. Seeing this guy in action makes my heart ache for art, in a good kinda hurt, like a "Jasus christ there are so many facking brilliant creative people out there I CAN'T EVEN STAND IT. I NEED TO MAKE STUFF! AHHH!"

I heart.

Mainly because I get to design rad shit like this:





Best client ever!

As part of my transition into web design, I am in the process of interviewing candidates for my replacement. There were over 70 applicants at the beginning, and with the help of our trusty corporate recruiter the batch has been narrowed down to a handful of lucky ducks.

So far I’ve cornered and questioned 8 screened applicants.

So far, I’ve barely managed to avoid turning to drink.

After all the resumes, portfolio sites, and interviews, I’m nearing the end of my rope. If I could do it all over again, I’d send out the following disclaimer along with the job description:

Dear Graphic Design Candidates,

For the love of god, if are thinking of applying for this job, please study the following tips so as to not come across as an idiot:

1. Include your freakin full name and direct link to your portfolio website ON THE TOP OF EVERY PAGE . That means your cover letter, your ONE PAGE resume, and any additional PDF pages of your portfolio.
2. Alway always ALWAYS send your resume in PDF format unless directed otherwise. You are a designer. Start acting like it.
3. After an interview, even if it wasn’t a very good interview, send a follow-up email. You have no idea how many candidates I have to sift through daily and if you’re the silver lining email that says a simple ‘hey, thanks for taking the time to chat with me, I liked your shoes.’ Then YES people, I will remember you over the other guy with the more impressive portfolio.
4. If applying for a design position, create an impressive leave behind. It works. I like well designed random objects just as much as you do.
5. Do not inquire “how do you think I did?” at the end of the interview. You’re just making both of us feel awquard.
6. Do not assume in the middle of an interview that you got the job and begin to inquire about parking and benefits and how likely or unlikely it is that the company will be laying people off in the near future due to the economy. Dude, seriously, WTF?
7. Brush your teeth.
8. Keep your portfolio to 6 pieces MAX. Contrary to what you might think, I don’t have all day to peruse the socially conscious campaign about puppy abuse that you did in 1999 while in your senior year of high school. I do not care.
9. Do not, even for a second, think that you can stand me up and get away with it.
10. Standard interview questions do not change. If I ask you what your strengths and weaknesses are and you give me a blank look and respond with “….uhhhhhh…I don’t really have those on hand…” then I will assume you are an idiot, end the interview, and call your mommy to come pick you up.

If I never have to hire people again I will be a very happy woman.

After some intense calculations, it turns out that I've spent approximatley half of my life on a smelly greyhound bus beside some guy from Victoria who smells like that "so ugly it's cool" couch that you found on the curb. This led me to consider car rental as a healthy alternative when Jay and I decided to make the trip into Kamloops last weekend. Aside from a few fear factors (I haven't driven in over a year, the coquihalla was buried in winter, and rental cars don't come with snow tires)it was an alrightdecision.

Today I have completly experienced what it means to have a case of the monday's. Feeling rather unproductive and damp, my new goal in life is to eliminate all noticable time-keeping-devices from my view. Everywhere I look there's a clock reminding me that it's been five minutes since I last looked. I've gotten into the habit of looking down at my pretty yellow rainboots when I have an urge to check what time it is. So far it's making me happy, gonna go puddle jumping for luch.

I've never truly understood football, there's so many rules, and lines, and angry men. Tonight will be my first ever live CFL football experience, and feeling like crap isn't going to stand in my way. Jay picked up an orange hard hat from work, so we'll be cheering in style. Who knows, maybe I'll decide on a career change and move towards becoming a line-packer (that is what they're called isn't it?) Packing lines sounds like fun...paper or plastic?

I'm officially taking my first sick day from work and have decided to start a live journal. Something to do in between passing out and wondering what I ever did to deserve feeling like I've been hit by a bus...a very large and unfriendly bus...yellow in colour...a bus much like the one on Speed where there was a bunch of cranky people and a bomb attached to it...that kind of bus. Other than the hit by bus feeling, I had an amazing America's Next Top Model Experience last night with none other than model look alikes Sara and Danielle. Apart from comining to grips with the talkative roommate, the evening was drenched in strawberry and chocolaty goodness. Tide pens make me happy.Here are some random pictures that me and Steph took on a camping trip this summer.