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StephanieJ73
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Name: Stephanie
Location: Houston, Texas, United States
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading, writing, travel and occasional arts and crafts
Expertise: Traveling in style... my style, that is.
Occupation: Writer
Industry: Technical/Marketing
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6/17/2002
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| Well, 2009, I can't say I'm sorry to see you gone. You weren't the worst year I've been through, but you sure as heck weren't the best, either.
However, you did lay the groundwork for what will hopefully be some very good things in my life, and for that I'm grateful. But still, here's hoping 2010 turns out to be less into the "tough love" than you were.
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| Since laurelitavera asked about my ornaments, and I wasn't able to attach a pic to the message I just sent to her, you all get to have a look at one... It's a clear glass ornament, decorated with alcohol ink (red, green and gold, though the red does tend to overwhelm any other color I use it with; there are a few places where the green comes through, though). Now I need to decide what ribbon I want to put around the silver bit at the top... | | |
| As one or two of you may know, I am (and have been for as long as I can remember) kinda hard on the things I've made myself. I always worry that they aren't good enough, that they need to be perfect, and they just aren't.
With the arrival of my niece this summer (cutest baby girl EVER!), I felt very strongly that I wanted to make her Christmas stocking. My mom made all our stockings, plus our tree skirt. (She didn't make crafts all the time, but she did have her moments, especially when it came to us kids.) Well, a couple of weeks ago, I got started. And I remember thinking to myself, "Well, Vivy, I'm sorry you're going to have to settle for my stocking instead of getting one your grandma made. She always did such a good job."
Then it hit me - how sad is that? I automatically assumed that my stocking would be inferior to one Mom would have made. Sure, she had a bit more experience doing these felt projects, but it's not like my work is poor. Okay, I can look at most anything I've made and find some little detail that I don't like, but that's the nature of having something that's hand-made. Besides, if I put a stitch where I didn't mean to, or something hasn't looked quite right, I've gone back and redone it. (Which is why the stocking is taking me ages. Eh, at least it's not like she has to have it this year; I'm aiming to have it done in time, but I'd rather finish it later and have it be something I can stand to look at year after year without cringing.)
I started decorating my tree this weekend, and I'm lucky enough to have ornaments made by three generations on the branches - me, my mom, and my grandma. And you know what? The ones I've made stand up just fine when put next to the ones made by Mom and Grandma. Heck, I even had one that I thought Grandma made when I first took it out of the box until I remembered it was one I made last year. (Hey, at a certain point, styrofoam and sequins all start to look alike.)
So I'm hoping I've at least started to go a little easier on myself. Not that I want to throw together crap and call it art, but I don't have to feel like it's perfect in order to be any good. Besides, I need to give myself permission to mess up, otherwise I won't make anything at all. And I have a whole closet full of craft supplies just begging to be used, especially this time of year.
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On a quick and unrelated note, by this time next week, I should be gainfully employed. Hooray!
As a not-so-tiny miracle in this market, the job actually found me. The company recruiter found my resume on CareerBuilder.com, I interviewed, they liked me, I liked them, and once they've confirmed that I'm not on drugs and didn't lie on my resume, what will hopefully be a beautiful match has been made. It's also the first time I've actually negotiated on my salary, and while I didn't get quite as much as I would have liked, I did get an extra week of vacation time. I'm really stoked about that - not just the extra week, but the fact that I actually had the guts to make a counter-offer and not just automatically accept their first offer. Especially considering how much I needed this job.
I'm also excited that, while I will still be in communications, it's not a marketing role. Don't get me wrong, I think I'm pretty good at marketing communications, but it's certainly not what I would have guessed I would be doing. This will be more newsletters and internal engagement, with a smattering of trade show organization thrown in. I'm really looking forward to it. :)
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| I've been a blogging slacker, but I haven't had much to say. Though I have been doing a bit more - shock, horror! - actually writing in a physical journal. You know, with a pen and everything.
The job I got a while back ended up not working out, so I'm on the job hunt again. I was a bit amused yesterday when I got calls from not one, but two recruiters about a position they thought I'd be a good candidate for. It's the same job - the one for which the boss decided I "wasn't a good fit." *sigh* Hopefully something else will turn up soon. On the plus side, one of the recruiters is with a company I've tried to make contact with before and had no luck, and the recruiter was impressed enough with my resume that she asked if she could contact me if they get any other projects or jobs that I could be a match for. I figure the more work-related contacts I have, the better off I'll be.
I still miss my dog, but at least I'm not crying every day like I was at first. At least it's not weird to be at home and not have him right by me, but I'll be glad when I can think of him without having waterworks involved. I know I'll get there at some point - life goes on and all that - but I do wish it would hurry up. My fuzzy guy deserves to be remembered with smiles instead of tears.
Other than that, my life is just a bunch of eh. Hence the lack of updates here - hell, I'm bored by my own life; I don't feel all that inclined to bore others with it as well.
Happy All Hallow's, everyone, and enjoy the extra hour of sleep tonight if you get to Fall Back.
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| Now if you're feelin' weary
If you've been alone too long
Maybe you've been suffering from
A few too many
Plans that have gone wrong
Well don't try to remember
How good it all used to be
Well don't try to remember
How good life used to be
Because that was the river
This is the sea
Now you say you've got trouble
You say you've got pain
You say've got nothing left to believe in
Nothing to hold on to
Nothing to trust
Nothing but chains
You've been scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories
Scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories
But that was the river
And this is the sea
Now I can see you're wavering
As you try to decide
You've got a war in your head
And it's tearing you up inside
You're trying to make sense
Of something that you just don't see
Trying to make sense now
And you know you once held the key
But that was the river
And this is the sea
-"This Is the Sea", Mike Scott | | |
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