Sorry for the super late post, Friends! I’ve been everywhere but in front of a computer this weekend, and I’ve just been scatter brained.
In the last week, I’ve made some serious efforts to make my lifestyle what I want it to be. I don’t know what my dreams are. I’ve always been like that, enjoying a myriad number of skills and jobs but not settling on just one. I love so many things, like music, writing, comedy, sales modeling, kitties, etc. I suppose I’m just a promiscuous day dreamer.
A coworker of mine (K-Dawg) had lunch with our CEO on Friday. How exciting is that?
They ate Thai. I was jealous. I love Thai food!!! Anyways, the company may create a special events department for one brand, and K-Dawg told me that I was the first person who popped into her head to work with her on this. After a handful of empty promises at work, I’m taking my own advice and not getting my hopes too high on this, but it is still a possibility.
I applied for a bunch of jobs in the past weeks, and I started training last Sunday to be a freelance makeup artist. I like makeup. I like people. I like sales modeling, so this seemed like something to try. I shadowed my marvelous makeup mentor and buddy, Tamra Compton. She is so funny and knowledgable and fun. I think after a little more training I’ll be ready to sell! Now, I just need some test subjects on which to practice applying makeup. Oh, Mr. Prentice…
I also applied to be the Purina Cat Chow Correspondent! I mean, seriously. What can be better than traveling the country whilst meeting new people and playing with kitties?! This job also pays over double what I currently make, so I went all out. The rules said making a video was optional, but I honestly think if you want to win, you need to borrow your mom’s camcorder, head to your web cam, use the crappy movie setting on your digital camera or bust out your cell phone camera and make a freakin’ movie. In this technological era, there is no excuse to not make a video and post it on You Tube. Here’s mine!
For the fridge poem this week, Joie Brown tried her hand at refrigerator poetry in a collaborative piece called a Renga. We had fun writing together. (Public Apology: I’m sorry, Joie for not sending this to you yet. I don’t have your email saved on my work compy because IT messed with my settings, and I was going to send it through my personal account and forgot. Shame on me!) Anyways, onto the memo/poem:Renga – An ancient, Japanese form or poetry that means “linked poem.” It is created with a pair or group of writers taking turns writing the two-stanza pattern. The first stanza is three lines and seventeen syllables. The second stanza is a couplet with seven syllables in each line. I roped my BFF and illustrator, Joie, into writing a renga with me. We took turns and came-up with this:
As Monday’s sunrise
shines inside the office fridge,
lifeless, bare shelves sleep.
But as the week progresses,
hunger brings the fridge to life.
Wednesday passes innocently,
the shelves filling up
with lunch time snacks.
Perhaps some cheese left behind
Or a salad one forgot.
Flat soda rain,
trickles down lunchbox hills,
and pools on Pork Chow Mein Plains,
By Thursday fridge is flooded,
Friday brings the most
the fridge bulging out with decay.
Time for the Receptionist
to descend with a trash can
With a magical swish,
of her trash bag wand,
the cleaning commences!
Yogurt soars and french fries fly,
Frozen dinners twirl and swirl!
A maelstrom of food
tumbles quickly into the
trash can’s open maw.
This fairy of mercy cleans,
restoring the fridge’s light.
Plastic shelves once cluttered,
with a fortress of pizza,
fruit and bacon,
Are deftly liberated,
as the food walls are torn down.
The fridge gives one last belch,
the wand one last sweep,
the food tumbles out fast.
Ends in a blink of the eye,
the dark can swallows it all.
And as the sun sets on Friday,
the humble glow of dusk,
The pristine twin of Monday,
The fridge’s circle of life.
Haha it’s ok that you didn’t send it! I haven’t really been around my computer much either this weekend (and thank god, I was beginning to think I was growing into it).
Anyway, dang our poem turned out good! I kinda wish I hadn’t skipped Tuesday though. “Whatever Happened to Tuesday Anyway?” Sounds like a subject for another poem one day. 😀
I almost added Tuesday, but I decided against it, since I mentioned how the fridge came to life over the week. 🙂 Our poem did rock like woah!
It was tres bien, I think. So grood!! 😀
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