I’m falling asleep at my desk again, mid-salad.
Can’t. Afford. Lack. Of. Focus.
Must. Work. And. Leave. On. Time.
Must. Cash. Cheque. And. Get. Costume. Finished…!
I have been up WAY too late last few nights on various projects. So three nights @ 5 hours – and I’m not in university anymore, and I’m not as young as I used to be, and coffee isn’t helping right now.
Maybe if I just put my head down for a minute on my desk…
This also applies to nafspeak, cracksmurf, ginamoog, Dan Big Scary Mike and my mom. My life is a lion’s den.
Leo (July 23 – Aug. 22)
I have to admit…I did get a shock of fear when looking at 10 little girls and thinking – what the hell am I supposed to do with these girls, and what do I tell the parents & what forms do I need and can I spend an hour and a half doing stuff with them?
But it went shockingly well & now I’m off to go compile the various functions of my costume into one program.
I, Jillian, who makes a living (in part) sending spam mail…
…just got a spam mail telling me how to stop spam mail.
is that irony or just coincidence?
Just got home from drinks with the Swiss boy. Who, for the record, is 22. And who I can’t figure out yet – he crossed town looking for my Ultimate game, and then asked me for drinks when he couldn’t find it, but he also didn’t kiss me goodnight (except on the cheeks in Euro-style) or make concrete plans for future dates. He has my phone & e-mail address, and he’ll either call or he won’t. Maybe he’s not that aggressive – or maybe he’s “just not that into me”. Either way, I had a lovely evening, and I learned lots about Switzerland and got to see a Euro-bill. It seems that in my world, even a neutral date (get it? neutral state) can be educational.
I forgot to mention last night:
I’m going to be the Brown Owl in my troop.
Now I’m getting frightened.
I found out last night that we’re going to be short a slew of people for Ultimate this Sunday. If anyone wants to come out and play one or both of the games, they’re at 1pm and 2:30pm. Comment & I’ll send directions.
An outside well-connected source just informed me that one of my clients’ stats is about TEN DAYS BEHIND in reporting.
Goddamn. No wonder the push I put on the campaign last week yielded crap-all. I was blaming the vendor who was doing the mailing, but no, it’s the client’s delay – the same client who e-mailed me last Thursday to find out what was going on with MY side.
Another campaign has 4000 clicks off the sex.com network – but their stats show only 200. Less than 5% of clicks are being tracked – who knows how many signups are being lost?
THIS IS WHY MY JOB DRIVES ME CRAZY.
No word from the recruiter who I talked with last week (she found me on Monster) about a media buyer job in Santa Monica, either. Just as well – I didn’t want to go – but for $50K a year in a West L.A. neighborhood, I would have gone anyways. Just as well – I’m not meant to leave – I’m meant to stay here and TEAR MY HAIR OUT IN FRUSTRATION