Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Tuesday, Mar. 14, 2006 - 8:58 p.m.
WARNING!!!! if you know me personally, you may read my diary, but if you do, you take the chance of hearing things you don't want to know, misunderstanding what I've written and being hurt by it. If you are unsure if it is ok to read, save yourself and me the grief and heartache, and ask first!!! Please note that this is a DIARY, ie my subjective feelings, hearsay, suppositions, and outpourings of ranting of the moment. It does not represent objective news, the whole of what I think of a topic or someone, or even a thought-out representation of any of the above. Keep that in mind. Thanks. * Here is a Diary Etiquette Read Me.
I love my job
I realise... I hate people who tell me what to draw. I hate it when they instruct me in minute detail. I hate when they are not satisfied with what I draw... unless it is with something I am not satisfied with either. I hate when they are picky. And when they change their minds. I hate it when they are demanding. I hate it when they don't accept what I give them. I hate making changes. I get crabby and defensive and mean and stressed. My voice raises. I become argumentative. I especially hate people who tell me they "did all the work for me" cuz they gave me minute directions. It is the difference between someone saying "please run to the store and buy milk" and one who says "please buy milk. 2% milk in the blue and green package, not the red and green package. It is on the righthand second shelf. Not the one on the lefthand shelf. Wear your black boots. The ones next to the blue running shoes. Don't cross the street til you pass the alley. Remember to pay with three quarters and two pennies, not the $2 coin. Ask them to put it in a paper bag, not a plastic one, and please don't let it fall over in the bag. Don't run while you walk there. Oh, and wear your windbreaker, and make sure you zip it up. There.. now you don't have anything to think about... it should be really easy to go buy milk cuz I thought it all out for you."
why cannot they understand that it takes longer to listen to, process, imagine, think out, and complete in minute detail all those instructions, than it does to just "run to the store to buy milk"?
Let's just say I wish I wasn't working for this client now.
But hah! Look, you got an entry out of it! Second one in a day.
Now if I could just draw, and they'd smile and nod and clap, I would be a happy bunny. Especially if they pay me on time.
It won't happen.
cheers.
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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