Sunday, January 13, 2013

Photographer & Designer

So apparently I am now a Junior Web photographer and Graphic Designer.

Cool.

I got the job from SEEK, thanks to my dad for finding it. It's for Postie, the women's clothing company I was already working for as a sales assistant. I applied thinking I wasn't really even going to get considered for the job, because honestly, I'm not that fantastic  - I know, I know, you all love me. I know, I'm totally amazing, thanks... Yeah, I know, I'm the best. Geez guys! If you keep flattering me I'll get big headed.

But I did get the job (after an interview).

Although, I'm hoping they (and by "they" I mean my employers at Postie) have employed a bloody good Senior Photographer or Designer to coach me along. I handed in two completely 100% brilliant application documents when I was going through interviews. I have been repetitively told how amazing they we're and how impressed everyone was by them .... I am not trying to toot my own horn here, as much as it sounds like it, I'm just trying to explain the reasons behind the niggling worry I have.

And by niggling worry I mean gnawing anxiety. Or biting fear.
Or shredding-my-insides-to-pieces horror.

From listening to 'them' talk, it SOUNDS like they think I'm a great deal better than I am. Or have a GREAT deal more experience than I do. It sounds like there is no Senior Someone to nudge me in the right direction, and it sounds like they are going to get a gigantic slap in the face from Mr Disappointment when they remember that I AM A JUNIOR!!!!!!

My inner self will be shaking from head to toe and stuttering on every second word tomorrow, waiting for when I have to say 'okay, so which of you will be helping me?'.
Or more like; 'ok-kay. Um. Well, you see... Uhh... Which of you... I mean, which one of you will be uhh... m-my... P{APOSfdghinl,;g'ytrsa OH MY GOD SOMEONE SAVE ME. '

At which point I will run screaming from the building, and promptly get fired.



I wonder if I will have my own desk.

Hair chalk

Alriiight, so, there's one hundred and twenty things for me to write about on here, so naturally, HAIR CHALK is top of the list.

It's importance level is above;

- My three year anniversary with Tib.
- Christmas.
- New Years.
- My birthday.
- My new job.
- My new car.
- Life in general.

Hair chalk is an amazing creation that lets your hair be ANY COLOUR YOU WANT temporarily. Oh sweetness we are so lucky that this wonderful invention is in our world that I might just break down and bawl my eyes out.
It's literally chalk for hair. Now, I know what you're thinking - is it actually any different to normal chalk?

Probably not.

I could probably go out and buy a box of chalk from the Warehouse for five dollars, and walk around with a rainbow on my head. Although, normal chalk is usually pastel colours (and not to get confused here, I don't mean pastels themselves. I mean pastel coloured chalk. Not chalk pastels, or pastel chalk. If that even exists).
My hair chalk is bright pink, and SO IS MY HAIR.
Only problem is that is gets on my face if I don't use hair spray. And hair spray makes my hair feel like I've got a bale of hay sticking out my follicles.

The pink one in the pic below is the EXACT one that I use. I got mine from 'shampoo N things', but that shop probably doesn't exist in other countries. So just google it guys.


Sunday, August 26, 2012

Fish.

I have this fish, right.
I'm actually surprised I haven't written about him before, he's a frequent topic of conversation at home. The whole family hates him. I like him, but I'm the only one....

He's a Zebra danio. His names either Bikebits, Gertrude, Rectum, Steven or ... or... I can't remember the last name. There was 5, and they all looked the same so I don't know which one he is.

Over the past... god, how many years now? Like 6 years? I have had a total of 10 zebra danios, buying them in sets of 5. After the first 4 died, I bought another 5. I named the second 5 Pinky, Ring, Middle Index and Thumb. I also bought three sucky fish at that time, two with brown spots and one orange one...

All have died except this ONE fish. Its from the first 5, I know. Because its bent, like. Its a corner shaped fish. I don't know what happened, because it bent gradually over time....
I'm beginning to suspect he may very well be a psycho serial killer murderer fish. I mean. That is 11 deaths. On one day, 4 died at once. Not even joking.
The three sucky fish just disappeared, I never saw what happened to them. Never saw them again. No note, no ransom, no bodies, no nothing.

The others died off one by one. Until there was only him and one other fish left. Another danio. I felt sorry for it as time went on, because Mr Bent was such a bully. He was always being horrible to the poor surviving fish....
One day I could only find one fish. The bent one. I looked for a long time to find his friend, and couldn't see it anyone, I suspected another disappearing act.
About a week after that I discovered the body.... It's eyes had been eaten by snails... So tragic....
The body was wedged into a hole in a rock in the tank. Like. Face first, squashed into a tiny little hole.
How the F?
Just like what?

It either swam in there, REALLY HARD and got stuck (and probably got brain damage at the same time, hitting the end of the hole). Or the bent fish murdered it and rammed its lifeless body in there to hide the evidence.

Anyway, his life is miserable now. He lives alone, because I refuse to by him anymore friends. He's been alone for a long time now, and he just WONT DIE.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Adorable dresses

So,  I'm trying this new thing where I actually DO something creative each weekend. Last weekend I finished my most recent painting, this weekend I'm making my GORGEOUS cousin a pretty little dress for her to flounce around in over summer.
Although, there wont be much flouncing, since she's only just recently turned 1 year old. She'll probably wreck the dress learning to walk, or crawling through some mud, or vomiting on it, or peeing in it, or one of the many other clothes-ruining baby traits.

Either way, I'm expecting a photo of her wearing it BEFORE it's destroyed - I will inform the mummy that this will be the payment. A pretty photo of my master piece dress. Considering the fact that I only started on it about half an hour ago, its not really a dress yet. I'll load a pic when its done!
It's going to be so cute. Like, adorable to the point of spontaneous combustion. The photo is of the fabric, and its cute. My cats on my bed cheering me on, admiring my work (in his sleep. Hes very affectionate in his sleep). His names Munta.

Also, my painting from last weekend. If you wanna see more of my paintings, then HERE