Perfect day for a little sketching... nothing pretty, just a bit of mindless practice.
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
Grey, Grey Skies.
It's raining on my day off. A vast improvement on last week's heat. I love the rain.
Perfect day for a little sketching... nothing pretty, just a bit of mindless practice.
Perfect day for a little sketching... nothing pretty, just a bit of mindless practice.
Friday, 25 March 2011
I'm in Love With a Dream.
I'm nearing twenty six now, and I still fall short of everything I'd hoped I'd achieve... but still every night I lie awake, thinking of tomorrow and all it's endless possibilities.
I did something uncharacteristically brave yesterday. I applied for a job that I'd actually enjoy. To the few people I mentioned it to I said that it was over my head, beyond my abilities. In truth, I don't really think it is. To be completely honest I think I'd be great at it.
But I'll try not to dwell on it. The ad was three weeks old, and I only stumbled upon it by accident as I was re-searching retail jobs after my last payslip didn't quite meet my hopes.
Usually I feel that I can sell myself and almost anything through my words... but reading back what I'd sent in for the application made me cringe. I feel a great deal of shame when my writing reads messy. And I needed my words to sell me, cause I've got nothing on paper worth a damn.
Ah well, maybe next time. At least I've grown the balls to dream bigger.
I did something uncharacteristically brave yesterday. I applied for a job that I'd actually enjoy. To the few people I mentioned it to I said that it was over my head, beyond my abilities. In truth, I don't really think it is. To be completely honest I think I'd be great at it.
But I'll try not to dwell on it. The ad was three weeks old, and I only stumbled upon it by accident as I was re-searching retail jobs after my last payslip didn't quite meet my hopes.
Usually I feel that I can sell myself and almost anything through my words... but reading back what I'd sent in for the application made me cringe. I feel a great deal of shame when my writing reads messy. And I needed my words to sell me, cause I've got nothing on paper worth a damn.
Ah well, maybe next time. At least I've grown the balls to dream bigger.
Friday, 4 March 2011
Rain, Rain, Come to Play.
More hurting feet, more irritating customers.
Tonight it rained halfway through our volley ball game. It was hot and muggy to begin with, and the wet sand clung to our clothes and skin, but the rain fell down with increasing volume and freshness (if that even is a word). It was perfection.
Another nightly wacom sketch.
Tonight it rained halfway through our volley ball game. It was hot and muggy to begin with, and the wet sand clung to our clothes and skin, but the rain fell down with increasing volume and freshness (if that even is a word). It was perfection.
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Lightbulb.
Back to the world or retail... annoying, pain in the rear customers who complain about every little detail that you don't have the authority or seniority to change even if you wanted to.
Plus, my feet hurt.
Though I like the part where I fill in my hours and think longingly towards the day when I get reimbursed for my time, so that I can pay off every cent I owe so I can buy more things that I have to pay off later.
And round and round we go.
Quick wacom sketch before bed.
Plus, my feet hurt.
Though I like the part where I fill in my hours and think longingly towards the day when I get reimbursed for my time, so that I can pay off every cent I owe so I can buy more things that I have to pay off later.
And round and round we go.
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