Place I'd rather be...

I'd rather be dressed for an interview and job hunting right now. 

Polyester shirt, black pencil skirt, peek-toe shoes, silver dragon fly necklace ready to kill. I'd be holding my resume and I-pad ready to show them my portfolio. Sigh, I want more in the career field and that seems to always be on the back of my mind, but yet. I've been thinking. Why am I applying? To get a new boss and go through the usual routine. I could have my own business make my own hours...


See
I'd be sitting in the front seat of my car to-go mug in the cup holder, purse in the passenger seat. It'd be a nice day, like this past spring-break. My windows would be rolled down, hair rolling around my shoulders, sunglasses on.

Smell
I'd smell the fresh cool spring air, the Colombian coffee I make with vanilla creamer beside me. My freshly washed and styled hair, the light smell of fabric softener in my clothes. My purfume on my chest, loation on my hands even the leather of my car.

Touch
I'd feel my grip tighten on the worn searing wheel, that little piece of fabric pealing on the back side of it i play with mindlessly. The warm metal of my to-go mug, and the silicone case of my phone checking for any news. I'd feel the warm paper of my resume as I walk up to the company door.

Hear
I'd hear the roar of my cars engine as she climbs gears. I'd hear the wind along side the sound of alternative music coming from my stereo. I'd probably be singing a few verses along with it. I could hear the birds of the town cheering me on, other cars passing by. Then finally that familiar I-phone ring phone call.

Taste
I could taste my chap stick under my pale lipstick and lip-liner. I could taste the fresh air, like water and grass. I sipped my coffee and first could taste the metal of the mug touch my lips and tilt back the warm coffee. There would be that first impression  of cream vanilla then the medium-roast of Colombian coffee. 


Story
I was there this spring break.
Finally a day where my friends are busy and I'm not in class or at work. I could start my chase. I'm tired of being locked into one position. There will be no management promotions in a family owned company.  I'm ready to advance and it's long over due. I've only spoke with four other company's so far and applied. I fear this will be a long journey. I hope that I will find a new position by Summer so I can work full-time as an internship. I want to stay local. I know where home is, but I'm to make this career work for me I'm going to have to make sacrifices that maybe I'm not ready for...

Description, image on the screen.

Deep red like waves of felt or candy bars stacked and sliding from a pile.
Lines across them, maybe to symbolize the Hispanic cultural origin.
There are three lizards circled around a blue feather. Odd the blue freather is a symbol of marraige in the japaneese culture. Maybe that has something to do with the three lizards. A love afair?

Although the colors say party the lines say confusion.

Hells and Heavens

My hells and heavens are moments in every day. 

My hells come mainly from me. Fear of being late, worry of not being good enough, worry of messing up a good thing.

My heavens are times where I feel pride, welcomed, needed and desired.

It all seems to derive from emotion.

The heavenly moment of a knock on the door of your lonely home near dinner time. Then the dramatic warm and comforting hug after a long day of work.

A hell of pressure at work when your adviser leaves you a set priority list then gets mad because you didn't get around to the thing on the very bottom of the list.

I suppose I see heaven and hell every day.
Yet, I believe in neither.
They are just thoughts, sparatic nerve movement in the brain.

Story of our odd words.

Hey, like, Jimmy John and I were taking the back road the other day. The road, like went on relentlessly then I saw a cat. I awwed, but had no idea where it derived, it looked like Spartacus, that wonky cat of Jacobs. I tried to be indicative to my driver, but, like booty hole he hit him! I screamed ratchet-jargon at him till I was completely knackered. All he let out was a "geesh."

What are my 5 favorite words?

What are my favorite words?

Aww - "Good god that is adorable!"
OoOoo - Interesting, cool
Cha - you, "ya" usually said " What cha...."
Suppose - "guess" Like "I suppose so."
I - I, Me... (yes, I use that word a lot. THERE IT IS AGAIN!!!)


Favorite words of mine I'm not suppose to use.

...
Fuck
Holy Hell
Mother of god

Personality & Traits Exercise

There was this man I saw today.
Or can I even say man? He was more like a boy still with his wangster pants clingy to his unattractive bouncy butt. Can you guess he was black? Yep, curly haired, dark brown eyes, mustache and goatee, the whole get up.
First I kinda thought he was scarey. Then as I looked closer I could see the gray hairs of a pampered dog on his hoodie which was draped over his skinny linky-body.
He stood right in front of me at the supermarket, toying with his phone in one hand and a loaf of bread danging from the other. I bet his mother sent him out. I glanced at his nose ring. He looked like a lost cow. How could he ever be a professional in life with a face like that? He had small draggy feet. Scooting aimlessly as the line crept forward. It appears he was on Facebook, or texting all the ladies to find some lonely slut. Either way his persona screamed forever alone.


After

There was this man I saw today.
Or can I even say man? More like a boy still with his baggie pants clingy to his buttocks like drugged sloth. Can you guess his complexion? Yes, dark, bushy mopped, eyes like burnt marshmallows, facial fair like a character on a rerun of Saturday Night Live, the whole get up.
First I kinda he gave the impression of a creeper looking for him next robbery. Then as I looked closer I could see the light wiry hairs of a pampered dog on his hoodie which draped over his synchrony tall-body.
He stood right in front of me at the supermarket, toying with his phone in one hand and a loaf of bread danging from the other. I bet his mother sent him out. I glanced at his face. He looked like a lost cow. How could he ever be a professional in life with a piercing like that? He had little sluggish feet. Scooting aimlessly as the line crept forward. On Facebook it appeared, or texting all the ladies to find some bored tramp. Either way his persona screamed "I'm probably going to die alone.".

Essay-A Design is Never Complete.

A design is never complete.
So stop while you're ahead and say "good enough".

The ability to accept your work is one of the hardest achievements going into a multimedia world. This simple statement of mine helps pull in my knowledge and experience of lost time and headaches to help inform you that you need to accept some things just how they turn out. You don't want to be wasting time on something that won't get any better with your effort. You have to remember that time is money, and if you've ever watched gamblers you realize the greater loss in the end of those who just kept wanting more. Although, money isn't everything, you shouldn't be wasteful. It will save you heart ache in the end... and all good things come to an end.

Acceptance is always going to be the first step. Embrace what happened, and leave it in the past. It made you who you are and because of it you have learned. I've lived and I've lost that battle in a number of ways. Sometimes you have let it go, set it down, open a document and realign the margins. Just re-approach the idea as a whole. Find a different color scheme, remember your audience, and take off. A new canvas is a new opportunity. Just remember your concept. Without a subject to share or something to stand for, the idea is empty. Even if the concept was given to you in a blurry mess, stick to it, trust it, and do; there is no try. 

Information is given to us and it doesn't always make since it can be hard to swallow. As a graphic designer we take this information and convey it in crisp communication.  Not only do we process, we translate. It's a gift, and it takes practice.

Some losses happen in this life that are hard to take, but we still start with a clean art board. More room in the heart to start a new, and love again. Don’t lose sleep over a lost cause. Call it good enough.