February 9, 2006

Fight to the death

The minute I finally achieve three job status, leave it to my body to come down with The Sickness.

Saturday night, I went to the emergency room for the second time in my life. Thanks to an awesome doctor who was actually willing to medicate me, the visit was much more effective than my first. I was given an IV, anti-nausea medication and morphine. Morphine, I think, is about as pleasant as any visit to the ER is going to get.

What started as a scratchy sore throat and morphed into a horrible, gut-wrenching, stomach-emptying, migraine-filled day of crying and hiding under my robe on the bathroom floor, has now turned back into a so-sore-I-can't-talk throat accompanied by an upper respiratory infection and enough post-nasal drip to power the Hoover Dam.

Now really, is this necessary?

February 5, 2006

Land down under

Departure San Francisco: February 16, 7:15 PM PST
Arrival Auckland: February 18, 5:15 AM NZDT
Departure Auckland: February 18, 7:00 AM NZDT
Arrival Wellington: February 18, 8:00 AM NZDT

Departure Wellington: February 22, 4:00 PM NZDT
Arrival Auckland: February 22, 5:00 PM NZDT
Departure Auckland: February 22, 7:00 PM NZDT
Arrival San Francisco: February 22, 10:15 AM PST

We may not be moving to Chicago after all.

February 3, 2006

From one place to another

I have three jobs. I will be working two out of three of them on most days of the week. It's not ideal and I'm probably still not going to make enough money, but I'm doing different things all the time. I like that.

There's a lot of shifting and changing of direction going on.

January 19, 2006

Gold rush

Yesterday while I was walking downtown, a guy passed me who looked like he was in a rush. As he passed, I heard him speaking loudly into his cell phone: "Have you ever heard of the TV show The Amazing Race?" I thought nothing of it until I noticed the line of people hurriedly following him, and trailing behind was a slightly chubby man walking as quickly as possible, gripping an open laptop which he was also typing on. It certainly seemed like something I should be watching through some type of screen.

TV on DVD aside, I only ever watch PBS and the occasional Letterman. I can only hope people acting in this manner involves high monetary stakes.

January 17, 2006


I got the yoga studio receptionist job.

But I think I may need a third one.

January 16, 2006


Still no job.

I broke down and applied to make coffee. I'm not sure if they're even hiring.

January 13, 2006

Dollar dollar bill

Finding a job in January is proving to be very difficult - or should I say, a pain in the ass.

First there was that full-time customer service job for a popular dot com. It sounded great - perfect, in fact. But since I had a phone interview with them a week ago and haven't heard back, I expect they found someone else. (I sent a follow-up e-mail and they replied, but I haven't heard from them since.) I think the kicker was a question that I wasn't prepared for (which I have since heard again): "But as a photography major, don't you want an artsy job?" Paraphrasing a retort from my good friend Mary Flack: "Oh, like, I totally would have majored in customer service but they don't offer that at art school."

Then there are all those Craigslist jobs I've applied to that I haven't heard back from.

Then there's the yoga studio receptionist job I heard back from within an hour of sending the e-mail. I went on an interview this afternoon and it seems great, but it's also only 15 hours a week and the pay is not so great (which could be redeemed if I get free yoga).

My current job has cut my hours so far down that I'm only getting 7 hours this week - and that's only because someone has to be there on Saturdays. It's so slow that there is only one order to work on.

Then there are those pesky, out of the ordinary expenses. I have a show coming up which equates 9 photographs to have printed (sadly, this is cheaper than replenishing my own ink and paper supply) and mounted ($$$). My gym membership is up on the 20th and I doubt I can afford to renew it. Then there's that whole thing about moving to Chicago in June and the fact that I need to be saving money for cross-country moving costs, like now. And so on.

I sent my resume to a temp agency today.

I don't know what else to do.

January 10, 2006

Big Daddy

(Flickr set)

Vegas was crazy fun.

January 2, 2006

2006 it is

2005 never chewed me up or spit me out, but I was ready to let it go. My best memories from the year will always be the time I spent in India, and I just want to leave it at that.

2006 is going to be a transitional year. I have to start finding my way in the working world, save as much money as possible, get used to the idea of being a photographer without a community of art students to attach myself to, attend my graduation ceremony in May, and move to Chicago in June.

I'm not expecting the next 6 months to be easy, but I'm certainly going to try and make the best of them.

December 26, 2005


North Carolina and my stomach do not get along. My stomach thinks North Carolina is far too meat-centric, and North Carolina thinks my stomach has turned into a San Francisco food snob. They're both right.

Either I managed to eat some bad food and haven't gotten over it, or what I've been ingesting since I've been here has been meat-contaminated. Whatever the case, it's entirely uncomfortable. I spent some time on my knees in front of the toilet today, and that's never fun. While I was sweating it out in bed I was cursing food and preparing to only eat Luna bars for the rest of the week.

As an amusing aside, I'm losing my Southern edge: people keep offering me tea, and I've had to re-learn that they are not in fact offering me the hot tea I've come to know and love, but rather that Carolina classic, iced sweet tea. (Pronounced swayt tehy.)