Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Indigo Fall Preview 2014

Last Thursday I attended the 2014 Indigo Fall Preview. The organizer was fantastic and certainly offered of help while I walked around and snapped my photos. This was my first 'preview' and somewhat more 'official' blogging event so I may have been a little on the quiet side but hey, it was fun! I wish I'd stayed a little longer but I didn't know anyone else attending and felt a little out of place. Most people had just come from work and looked fabulous while I was a little... more comfortable looking. Totally my own isms there but I know what to expect now.

I took a lot of photos and if anyone has a question about any please let me know in the comments. I want to point out a few things I loved and want to share though! So... Where do I start?


The Big Book


National Geographic: Around the World in 125 Years. This is a beautiful volume of photographs from various places around the world. When I say huge, I mean huge. It is a three volume collection of fantastic photos that will leave you in awe. The quality of the printing is exceptional and because of that so is the price($450+). From what we were told at the preview only a select number of copies will be printed (I want to say somewhere around three thousand) which means there is certainly one hell of a demand on these. I could go on for a while about this collection but I think hearing it from their webpage would be best. You can read more about it on Chapters.Indigo.ca, but really it was so beautiful. Photo's don't do it justice.



Journals

I may have a small obsession with writing journals and stationary accessories. And by may I mean I do. With that said there are a few lovely new items coming out this fall that I would love to have! And would probably be too afraid to write in once I do have them.

 


All of them are adorable but I am absolutely drawn to the tree. Sadly it was on the top most shelf and my camera phone does not do it justice. Something neat to note as well, I'm not sure it's all their journals, but some of the new journal lines Indigo will be releasing this year will actually be branded with 'Indigo' on the back. Something I didn't know was new and not tried before.


The Grand Table



I loved this table set up and thought it was a wonderful way to feature so many beautiful new products they're launching. I will get into the details of my favourite items but it's really worth a look through all the photos to see the fantastic angles, products, colours and options you can get. Not to mention the bread looked delish!

Love that Jug


I couldn't get enough of the porcelain dish ware they had there! I really couldn't. It was a lovely matt finish and seemed so rustic (I see what you're doing with the country chic there Indigo!). I went a little crazy on the adorable scale with photos when it came to the beautiful little collections around the space.


This spoon killed me! It's shaped like a branch and was beautifully made. not to mention little cute porcelain cup? Yup. I died. I just like small little adorable things. 


Oh hey look, it's the jug again. Coupled with copped mugs? Cutting boards? Yup. I would buy each and everyone of these had I the money or place to put them.


The inclusion of wood to definitely go crazy on the 'fall' theme was actually quite pleasant. I've always be partial to wood finish vs paint and seeing so much of it was nice. The Fall preview was probably the one I'll like the most (hoping I'm invited to more of course).


Mason Jar's


I get it internet, Mason jars are cool again. Hipsters are obsessed (I have a cupboard full because jam jars, or mason jars, are cheap as all hell and I bought a dozen or two for like 10$) and I get it. Now I have to give Indigo credit on this because my love for the mason jar coupled for my love of little things is like a double 'BUY THIS' whammy. But what is it for? Shots? I like my shots a little larger... so maybe for cute little things to go in cute little glass mason jar mugs. Either way, I loved these. Even if I don't see their point aside from making me go 'ZOMG That's adorable!' and get strange stares from the rest of the room.

Swag



Can you say no to swag? Indigo was awesome and sent me home with some great little neat things. Going around, we have:

  • Mother's Day Mag (good timing on that one)
  • Home/Garden mag/book/thingy that had some fantastic ideas
  • lotion (those little green and pink containers)
  • Pluck Tea that Indigo will be stocking in the fall. I haven't tried it yet, maybe I'll reserve my opinions until after. I tend to be a little pick with tea. 
  • A DIY snow-globe. It seemed a little out of place with the fall preview but hey, free is free!
  • Note book
  • candle in holder
  • 'But First, Coffee' mug
All in all it was a nice event for a first timer and I enjoyed myself. I am bringing the nice camera next time because the angles you have to get with a regular phone are just ridiculous. 



Slideshow 




Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Secret Stomp

There are few things in life that are better than a well made burger on a nice summer day.

This week has been absolute hell in Toronto for weather, meaning it's been cold as balls for spring. So if I can't have one, why not the other?

Allow me to introduce you to, one of the many versions that this special beast can take:

The Secret Stomp

Photo Copyright Lisa-Marie Wilson 2014 and yeah, that's all cheese.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Credit Where It's Due

This is a rant. I will not apologize for it though I do hope that if you don't take a lesson from it you're at least mildly entertained for a time. If you don't like rants, running is acceptable.


Credit where it's due. It might seem simple and almost meaningless but this is something that is so important these days on the internet. Where information is travelling faster and faster attribution and credit are sometimes essential to people's livelihood.

Okay, sure those are just words. What am I actually pissed off about?

Stealing. Reposting. Claiming something cool and unique as your own original content when you stole it. When you know you stole it. When no attempt is made at all to find the original creator or source of the information you are peddling as yours.


Friday, February 21, 2014

Something is stuck on my finger


So this past September 13th, yeah I'm talking like six hot-damn moths ago, something happened. Not gonna lie, it's kind of a big deal.




This is where you squee for me. For us. I'm the luckiest gal out there.
For the story check out our wedding website for information on the proposal here. Yeah, we're sickening cute. Just accept it and enjoy our ridiculousness.



Thursday, February 20, 2014

Ikea is an obsession



I have accepted it, I embrace it and despite my post on trying not to do it all I can’t stop looking at the Ikea catalogue for the 2013 season. It’s official, I’m a Swedish décor-whore. (That’s fun to say!)

Now putting aside the point that in nearly every post I make I mention the word ‘whore’ out of appropriate context, I think it’s time to share why I love Ikea.


Friday, September 7, 2012

I’m thinking about an experiment.


I’m a plan-30-things-get-2-done-and-then-stress-about-the-list-left-over kinda gal. It’s obsessive and self destructive but not the worst habit out there I’ll admit. I find it fills me with purpose and satisfaction when I finally finish that list but sadly the list continues to grow and now I have décor, cooking and personal development plans most people don’t bother tackling in a life time. And thats just this week. 

It’s a lot to look forward to and I’ve been thinking I am stressing myself out.

Sure I could use to loose a few pounds.
Sure my apartment isn’t a stunning image of modern décor and organization.
Sure my cats bum hairs need to be clipped because he’s catching poop on his pants.
Sure I like to cook and spend way too much money finding new gadgets and ingredients to cook (I highly recommend truffle oil my friends, it’s to die for!)
Sure I write obsessively, have a full time job and take on all this other stuff on the side.
Sure I might be driving the BF crazy when I message him saying ‘Gonna pick something up after work. Love yoouuuu!!’ and bring home more junk.
Apartment Therapy's Pic:
Yeah pets are an awesome happy place. 

All that aside I also like to read blogs and today it may have actually helped me. Apartment Therapy, a design and life blog that I can’t stop reading and constantly yoinking design ides from, posted an interesting article this week: Your Weekly Retreat: How to Relax & Eliminate Stress at Home.
I’m of course thinking ‘Awesome new project!’ and true this probably feeds the obsession but it brought up some serious points.

PC all the way, fuck Macs. 
I am a techwhore. I love my laptop, my desktop and all my social connectivity programs and websites (strangely though not a big phone person…). One of the more important notes in the articles was finding an hour to ‘switch off’
Unplug completely from all of your devices. Turn off your phone, power down the computer, and turn the TV off.
This is a foreign concept to me. My first thougt was sure, I can turn off the computer and watch tv for a while. But then it said TV an dI thought, okay sure I can turn off the TV and play on my comp  a while.

So then I started thinking, 
Do NOT know where this comes from but hot Damn
that's a scary ass TV. 

DEAR GOD I AM UNABLE TO DISCONNECT!


Tonight I am making a plan. It won’t necessarily be super ‘me’ time as I have a boyfriend I live with and I like spending time with him, but I’m thinking we need to disconnect for a few hours tonight. Maybe read a book, turn off all the devices and just listen to the sounds of the city and my loud ass neighbors that I probably never hear because the TV is on when I do absolutely EVERYTING. Maybe I’ll brainstorm some story idea’s for NaNoWriMo? Or doodle like I used to. Maybe read up on my Tarot skills and practice or sand that motherfuckin’ magazine stand I’ve been meaning to refinish and purpose into a nightstand.
But that sounds like work and this hour is specifically a no work zone.

This could be my hardest project yet…. Wait I’m already thinking of it wrong.

Oh well, maybe I’ll feel some sort of satisfaction in just trying. I did clean the kitchen top to bottom last night and although I hated it and it’s dirty again already, goddamn did it feel good to see it clean.

/rant.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Liebster Award's are for cool people

Good morning and happy Tuesday!

I'll have you know I personally HATE Tuesdays because they don't even have the 'rested off the weekend' feel that Mondays can have, just 'the week has only started and I am soo willing to cut off my left foot to go home early' jive.

But this morning I received a lovely surprise in the nomination of a Liebster Award from Casey over at Waffling!



Liebster: German word that means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing and welcome


Long story long: 
Nessa over at Isle Style Living nominated Casey at Waffling for the Liebster Award along with four other blogs asking 11 questions that the nominees must answer. Casey then had to nominate 5 other blogs with under 200 followers and ask 11 questions. Casey's nominee's? 



Now I have answers to those questions and if I knew any blogs with under 200 followers I'd totally harass them but I don't so here are the questions!


1. Why do you blog?
To get this shit out of my head. It’s the same reason I write fiction; if I don’t clear up the jumble sometimes I think I would go insane or start talking to myself in public about painting using string of the return of Bad News Bears. Although a great story for everyone else that I encounter I don’t know if it would gain me any lasting friendships.

2. What is your ideal first date?
Before Zach is was having one and the standard ended there. I didn’t date a lot. With Zach it’s going out for dinner, a long walk home, a few hours playing some fun co-op video game followed by sexy time. So like, my average Tuesday is the best date day ever every week.

3. What is your favourite childhood memory?
Walking down the road with my mom when I was about 4ish I think? It was a dirt road then, in Ajax where my parents had their first house, but I couldn't tell you the street now. Just a very happy walk, kicking stones and pretending I could skip while my mother kept me from falling. Simple but happy. 

4. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Australia/New Zealand. It’s just so damn far and like alien world. Have you SEEN the animals that live there? Their rodents are like the size of our freaking dogs! Kangaroos are to them what raccoons are to us. BUT ENORMOUS AND HAVE POUCHES! It’s like going into space without all the space stuff.
Next would be the Amazon (not the online-market filled with buyable things but the forest with dangerous will kill you at any second things). EVERYTHING IS HUGE!! (Are you noticing a trend here?)

5. What was the last thing you bought for the home?
The kittens. I could live in cardboard boxes with a tarp as my bed sheet as long as I had the goddamn cats. Pets make me a better person, but the couch is a close second.

6. If you could be more knowledgeable in one subject, what would it be?
Science. Because I know so little about it I don’t even know how to subcategorize it further but if I could know more it would be science. All the science.

7. What would you say is your biggest weakness?
Self-control. Be it food, shopping, gaming, feeding cat nip to the kittens, procrastinating I am constantly battling my inner ‘MOAR’ monster for balance. The moster often wins (as evidence by this being written at my job)

8. What is your favourite food and when did you last eat it?
Crab meat and if we’re talking about fake Pollock it’s been like 2 days but the real stuff out of the legs of a crustacean…. It’s been a while. Maybe 6 months? It brings me to tears to think of the parting that brought about such sweet sorrow.

9. What is your leave favourite household chore?
Organizing. Or rather shopping for organizational tools that I can implement to make my life better. I don’t often actually get around to implementing but I love the shopping and planning for it.

10. Do you have any fears?
Clowns. Spiders. Bees. Heights. Awkward situations. Accidentally eating olives on pizza or in pasta.


11. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
5.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

I hate you Bruce Scanner

**Warning: This Post contains copious amounts of rage and thus lots of F-bombs. If you're not a fan, well... read the post anyways. If you are, Happy reading!!**


I have finally named my printer/scanner of 8 years and I sure as hell hope it's offended because I'm pissed.

Bruce Scanner was a reliable device until about 2 weeks before I moved. I came across some comics I'd drawn as a child. Well teenager is more accurate and comics is a stretch. More doodles with horrible jokes and commentary on strange things like chicken. All in all it was good fun! I was excited to find them and even more excited to share the insanity of my youth with the world.

It was then Bruce Scanner became involved.

For some HORRIFIC reason he decided to Scanner Hulk out on me and screw up every other scanned page. Out of like 15 (sure, I know it's not that many but COME ON) less than half were salvageable.

Now I had no idea that Bruce Scanner had transformed into the horrible mis-scanning monster of mild intelligence and carelessly did not pack these amazing horrible and questionably tasteless comics in the move. Thus, they are gone.

Forever.

FUCK YOU BRUCE SCANNER!!!


Monday, March 26, 2012

Shopping Adventures!

Saturday I went shopping with Casey over at Waffling on the Danforth. The weather was pretty crappy, windy and cold as hell after a nice warm wave earlier in the week. But, we had a great time without nice weather.

How you might ask?
We were shopping fool. And Shopping is fun.


First stop was Moss after meeting at Pape Station. Actually, after the fact I realized we should have met at Chester, but anyways. Moss! It's a nice little store that specializes in outdoor and garden stuffs like furniture, some plants, decorative elements. Everything in this store I would put in my apartment so we went to look at awesome things and so I could share with Casey the greatness that is Moss.


First of which, that both Zach and I adore, is this pretty freaking awesome pillow. Now neither of us are sailors and I can't stand Moby Dick (still haven't finished it after years upon years of trying...) so you might think it's strange but this pillow is awesome. All grey and canvas-y and it's got a big-ass whale on it. It would go great with the new couch too, but something tells me that $34 for a pillow is beyond my spending habits so all I have is this photo of the original plankster.
Yeah.
I went there.


Wednesday, March 21, 2012

My Hurr

Today was a relatively uneventful day compares to last night where, coupled with late trains, I not only missed an important Skype date with friend trapped in Merry Old England but assembled a couch all by my lonesome. I won't claim to be sad about the assembly. It was fun and triumphantly awesome!

Today though is uneventful. Just regular work where co-worker's not in so I was in alone. Simple regular lunch, nice day outside I can't enjoy because of online job. sigh. Regular old Wednesday.

Aside from a new schmancy hair cut!!! 

Now we need a before picture and since I forgot to take one with my nice camera's at home you're all just going to have to deal with craptacular cellphone pictures. Or picture, singular. Because only one of like 15 turned out.



Hurray for new hair! 

I'm a fan of bangs on other people and trying it now on myself should prove to be interesting. Maybe not the smartest idea just before summer, but I have bobby pins: I'll live. 

But this new hairstyle does lend well to hair accessories. TO ARDENE!

Anyhoo, that is my uneventful day. Plus some fan shopping because goddamn is it hot in this apartment. 

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

We be Couchin'!

I've moved into an apartment (in like January...) and I got my brothers old hand-me-down couch.

Embrace the plaid loveliness!!

When I was given the thumbs up to take this couch I was sooooo happy, knowing I had no couch and this would be better then no couch as my bum has become accustomed to soft couches in my 26 years. But this couch is tooo soft. It sinks like a sinky hole of sinky sand and it's lovely to sink into but a nightmare to get out of.

Every time the other half and I try to get up from comfort we're grumbling and grunting like an old married couple. So sinky couch is a lovely free bane (one of the many I've inherited since the move).

Solution?

MY BIRTHDAY!!

Apparently my bitching pays off as this year my mother took me out couch shoppin'. There's a lovely strip along Kennedy north of Eglinton Avenue that is like the weird ass 'design district'. I call it weird ass because the entire time I felt like we were looking for the shaddiest used car dealership but in realty it was furniture stores.

Not too dissimilar now that I've been shopping for butt cushions.
Whenever we walked in (my mother hobbling from a heel muscle injury, and me hungover from getting tanked the night before) someone would immediately offer help. Oh thank you, that's nice but we're just looking. Sooo that's now code for 'I will show you all the expensive things I want you to but now. Come this way.' One guy even tried to get me to design my own couch and he would deliver it once it was made. The girl in me was like 'YAY PERSONALIZED COUCH OF ORANGE!' while my mother shook her head politly indicating 'I'd like to sit on the couch before I buy it, but thanks.' What a trooper.

Store to store to store. We started the process of wondering if I had too expensive taste, if I knew what I wanted, did I really need a couch, what if the other half doesn't like it. Finally we agree to just find my style and move on from there and at the last store (we're now running late to meet and pick up the BF at the train) we find THE couch.
Its grey.
It's boxy.
It's comfortabel and hard.
It looks like it's from the 50's.
It's heaven.

Price tag 1250$. We both scoff, make fun of the gilded throne pieces nearby and move on.
After a second pass my mom 'pssts' me over like she's found a rip that will discount it 900%.
Mom: 'It's 1250$'.
Me: 'Yeah I know. I have great facy ass taste.'
Mom: 'FOR 3 PIECES'
Me: '3 PIECES?! WE JUST WANT 1!!'

All of course in strategic hushed tones. We then sit on it. Sit on it a different way. Sit on it again and then I run to find a sales associate.

It was still more than my mom wanted to spend so we split it fairly (she paid more) and set up delivery.
We had been successfully couchin'.

And it arrived!!!

GREY
SQUARE
50's
PERFECT!

The cats will ruin it but not until I sit my ass down and enjoy the fruits of my couchin' labour. Goddamn does it feel good to have such awesome taste.

But what ever shall happen to the terrible sinking couch of doooom?


If you want it it's yours.  Condition: take fabulous pictures of you or your loved ones swallowed alive. It would make my day.




Friday, March 16, 2012

Friday Update of Epic Proportion

I may have lied on the epic-ness but I think you'll live.

Another week done and I feel like I haven't done all that much. Oh well, I guess it's time to start that thing professional or 'well visited' blogs do and recap.



My bigass online footprint


On that place called Wattpad - Something Blue (cont'd). Checkout Vanair for all story posts.

UpsetAppleCart Publicity and Promotions - Crawling Back to the Blogverse : you didn't think I'd hide my professionalism here now did you? This talks a bit on scheduling and the importance of it to publicity (though it really could work with just about any damn profession).

DeviantArt Pictures - Why? Because there are kittens and you know you want the goddamn kittens. Of course you could just stalk my Facebook photo's and see them there too.

Do you like the card game Bridge? I DIDN'T THINK SO! But it case you are one of the 1% of people I know that do we've announced (at my day job) the 2012 ABTA/Master Point Press Bridge Teacher of the Year Award winner: Mary Jane Orock of Texas!! Hurray!!
If you don't know what it is I'm not telling you...

ComixTribe The Red Ten #2 Reviews: Sure it's technically last week but I'm still proud of how well it's doing! (and I love all the clickables in the post!!)




Shit you should click because I said so


Check out Waffling's post The Challenges of a Small Space.  I may have just whored her out earlier this week by doing a 'blog inspiring me to blog again' post, but she made some interesting points about living in small spaces. Which I do appreciate.

Story by Trish (aka Trewest on Wattpad) Carnal Ferocity, a beauty and the beast retelling where I am a muse. Beauty or beast? Be careful how you answer... She needs to update more than she does for this story but I'll cut her slack because she knows where I live and some of my secrets. Sigh, the things we do for privacy.

The conclusion of Face Off was this week and I nearly shat my pants with anticipation. Needless to say I was pleased that Royce won. Hurray for the only reality Television show I enjoy!! (Watch streaming online at TV Links or don't. Your choice to click. )

ComixTribe A Million Dollar Title. Has some great points about what titles work within the industry and why. Plus the comments are where the magic is: tons of great and terrible title ideas.

Until next time. .

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Is there room for a comeback?

It’s been far too long since I’ve blathered and flamed. A lot has happened and I’m not terribly sure where to start so today I think I’ll begin with something SUPER NEW!!!


My friend Casey, awesome gal I’ve known since I was a wee-little third grader, has started a blog called Waffling. Huzzah!!! She’s going to be talking about her apartment and how she’s been, and will continue to do make it her own.

It’s one of those tiny-ass apartments you can just barely fit everything into, but it has a great location downtown Toronto and so far it’s freaking awesome. I’m excited to see what she writes, you should be too.


In other news: I’ve moved to the same damn city!! Maybe I’ll throw some of my own apartment inspirations up while trying to make it more of a home.

Until then, 


Thursday, June 23, 2011

The Sad Soul on the PA

There’s always that one person in your office that’s on the PA way too much. Announcing phone calls, forgets to hang up the line, the one who laughs really hard or talks RIGHT against the phone so you can hear their haggard breathing from having walked up the stairs.

There’s also the sad soul.
The voice of a man or woman that comes on and behind it hides all the tones of sadness. Not happy with their job, or marriage or just disappointed with their life. There’s always one at the office.

Luckily here it’s all rolled into one; the lifer in customer service. Or well, one of the lifers.
 She’s a ‘round’ woman, so says the girl who’s a little ‘round’ herself. But like, really round and sounds round. She breaths so hard into the phone and when she goes on that some of our phone receivers crack out. Then there’s the tension, anger and underlying sadness mingled together in a sloppy insipid soup. You don’t even get this sort of strained attempt of emotion when listening to that stupid sad CSI music; you know the one where they uncover the dead body of a young woman that died for all the wrong reasons and one of the cast is all sad-face because THIS ONE really grinds their gears.

Like really depressing tones you just can’t miss and sometimes I think all of us in the office take a moment to mourn her, until we all remember the way she blares over the PA in the morning stifling sympathy as we all wince with minor headaches.

Then there’s radio voice guy. No explanation required. Countered with angry middle-eastern VP, impossible to understand Mediterranean Zibby (real name, super nice sweet man), younger female co-worker who is afraid to use it and older male co-worker who doesn’t know how and gets cute younger one to do it for him.

Oh how we have our PA atrocity diversity nailed.
I’m the girl with the slight lisp. I pronounce my s’s a little strong. I’m sure it drives everyone mad! But that’s for another day I think.  

Friday, June 10, 2011

Stealth Tips for Going Online at Work...

...when you shouldn't.

I don’t know about you, but I am ‘not permitted’ to be online while at work. This has resulted into hours of sneaking and boredom trying to find a way into the interwebs to satisfy my need to be connected.
At all times.

So I thought, I could pass on some tips! For sneaky Ninja like surfing to hopefully get you through the day of mindless day job tasks.

1.Don’t get caught. 
Seems obvious? Yeah, not so much. Just because you think you’re not caught, doesn’t mean you’re in the clear. I recently was pulled in for a ‘meeting’ where the internet policy was run by me again. Not for Twitter or Facebook (which I did scam) but for Weather Network and LinkedIn, sites that I would think wouldn’t be work inappropriate.
But I didn’t know I was caught. I continued to use, continued to head online and check updates until this meeting. Now I’m more wary. Still go online (it’s an addiction) but much more cautious.

2.Rotate Monitor.
If you’re lucky enough to be in your own office GOLDEN! If you’re not, this simply technique will help in keeping your free from awkward internet usage meetings (unless they’re tracking you – then you’re fucked). It’s simple too, just pretend to reorganize your desk. Move your in Tray so you HAVE to move your monitor to face away from any openings.
I unfortunately, am right by the entrance/exit. My cubicle leaves only one spot for a monitor which is a perfect viewing station for ANYONE walking by. Despite that, I’ve gone 1.5 years without getting caught online. Or at least without anyone giving a damn.

3. Windowed view.
Make your interwebs as small as possible. If you’re talking just on msn have just that window available. If you’re on twitter, minimize so it looks like a small section on your screen. THEN when someone walks by you can click elsewhere and what you were doing will disappear instantly. It makes less of a visual distraction than if you minimize a huge screen.

4. Type into word before typing into a web browser.
They don’t expect you to be typing in word, but they also can’t often tell the difference when walking by between word and an email. SO type all your business in one area (I’m typing into word as we speak!) and then past it later. When you have the opportune time. This also helps with spelling if you’re a fan of spell check.

5. Cell Phone Interwebs
This is all hypothetical but I can’t wait until it’s not: get a cell phone with internet capabilities. That way you can ‘go out for a smoke’, ‘get some fresh air’ or ‘take a piss’ and you too can surf the web on your mobile device. Worst case is they ask you to put your cell away. Just be sure that you do it out of sight, if you do it at your desk without reason to check at your desk (I don’t have my work email sent to a Blackberry and never will while here) than you’re a target for a rules and regulations smack down!

6. Company Website
If you need to be online at all, or if you can scam it off as [art of your job, just be sure to always have one of the tabs set to the company website. THAT way you can quickly switch tabs to the right website when someone walks up and say ‘Oh hey, sorry one sec. Just checking (insert Bullshit here) on the website. I can never remember’. You’re golden.

Moral of the story:
Don’t go mad at your job, but don’t get fired for stupid things.
Despite really hating the fact that they’re watching our office really closely for internet usage and violations of contract, blah blah blah, I need this job for now and won’t f-it up to post nonsense on twitter. Nor should you.

However if you can get away with it, JAWESOME!

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Nostalgia and Mr. Williams

It came to my attention this morning, an email from a friend reminded me that I haven’t heard the Good Morning Vietnam CD in years.

Do you know how this makes me feel? Super Bad-News-Bears.

This CD could probably claim to have raised me through a better part of my childhood, and proudly I’d call it an active agent in rearing me into the slightly cynical, bitter and super silly gal I am today.

When I was a girl my dad would take us up to the cottage. Not really ‘our’ cottage but the cottage of my Dads wife’s (my stepmom), sister’s husband’s family cottage. It was just outside of Bancroft and probably one of my favourite places on the whole planet. Foster Lake, a small tiny lake I used to swim across on warm days, where we used to sit on the dock during rain storms and watch the five seconds where the rain hit the other side of the lake before it hit us.
It’s was the place you read about in books, the smell of wood burning, mosquito’s buzzing in your ears, bats in the rafters of this original log cabin built by Uncle Rick’s grand-someone (Dad’s wife’s, sister’s husband) a long long time ago. We would fish, there was a kamikaze seagull named Kirby and a snapping turtle that is still there.
The seagull is immortal. I’m convinced. And I’ll explain him later, he gets a post all on his own.

But this cottage was a refuge from the digital and crowded world. There were only five cottages on the lake when I was a kid. Now there’s five cottages and a ridiculous house... don’t know why but anyways. It was secluded. Because it was not really connected to any other lakes by anything but a stream or two few people ever came. Rick’s family owns two cottages on the lake (now three, the old ladies gave it to him because he was such a nice guy and maintained it for them for years!), these two old spinsters who he helped out, a cop and an old military man. The military man’s cottage had no road so they often got a small private plan in. Super cool but I haven’t seen that in probably 15+ years.

It’s where I first started writing, playing D&D with my brother, where I started and stopped fishing (I don’t like hurting fishies), where I learned to shoot a bb-gun, a riffle and chop wood. I was taught how to react when a bear comes into the cold room where the kids tiny potty was (Not fun) and how to create a mosquito proof tent to sleep in at night, only to stay up because the bats or cute mice were squeaking.

This place was heaven. Probably still is, if Rick hasn’t updated it. The running water was from the lake, can’t drink it. And the lights were made of gas. They hummed at night, with the occasional fizzle if a moth got too close.

At night there were fires and guitar singing by my Dad and during the day there was Good Morning Vietnam. I think it started one year when we came up and left all the music at home. No CD’s, no tapes and we were left to go through Rick’s CD collection.

It sucked, let me tell you. For a girl who loved Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys and Our Lady Peace (yeah I know, weird combo) his strange mix of country and weird comedy CD’s was maddening. My dad would play at first but he couldn’t do things and play guitar at the same time.
So we put on a CD to a movie I’d never seen.

Its stars Robin Williams, and if you don’t know the movie go watch it now. It’s great, sad, wonderful, hilarious, strange and beautiful. He’s a radio announcer who instead of reading the normal crap to the troops  in Vietnam he has a fake radio show called ‘Good Morning Vietnam’. Short form: he’s ridiculous on it. He makes literature references, cracks silly jokes and even explains some things in his strange range of fictional character voices.

I fell in love with the CD. We would play it from beginning to end, the put it on again because it was better than the movie. It was something we sang to, laughed to, repeated the jokes all week long. We hooked the CD played up to a car battery to keep it going and we listened until Dad picked up his guitar and took over the show ‘round the fire at night.
Good Morning Vietnam was my personal cottage tour guide, telling me about a war I didn’t know about, introducing me to music that, despite hating anywhere else, I loved in the sequence of the CD (example: TimeWarp)

We would go out fishing in the boat and leave the CD playing, we’d swim with Robin Williams imitating the Wicked Witch of the West and her flying monkeys.
“We represent the ARVN army, the ARVN army. Oh no! Follow the Ho Chi Minh trail! Follow the Ho Chi Minh trail!”
“Oh! I'll get you my pretty!”
“Oh my God! It's the wicked Witch of the North! It's Hanoi Hannah!”
“Now, little GI, you and your little Toto too!”

I didn’t know what half of it was referencing but I loved it. I still love it.

Now, there’s a beauty to knowing something before you know it. This CD, I’m pretty damn sure I knew off by heart before I ever watched the movie. Seeing the movie was nostalgic, and reminded me of all the good times at the cottage. Whenever I hear a reference to this I remember the rules I was taught up there.
Don’t leave garbage on the ground, bears will come.
Leave the beavers alone, they bite (don’t know if they do, but I believed it!)
You hold the BB-Gun next to your cheek, but not against it.
This is how you take a lure out of a fishies cheek.
Build a Tepee when making your fire. Shields it from the wind.


This CD and the Cottage song (A song my dad sings that I never learned the name to that thus became dubbed the cottage song) always remind me of my youth and the outdoors.

I’m a sad panda for not having listened to it lately, but if I do see it at an HMV, movie or CD, that shit is mine.

I heart you Robin Williams, you and Good Morning Vietnam.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Reclaiming the 'Bad-News-Bears'

Let me preface this with I don’t remember the movie. I don’t know where I heard the saying, maybe I saw the Walter Matthau flick when I was a kid. Or the remake with Billy Bob Thorton... Maybe at my Gramma’s house, it would totally be a Gramma’s house kind of movie. A drunk, less than special kids that turned out okay despite the horrible beginnings.
And don’t forget the drunk. Every family has one!

But the term ‘Bad-News’Bears’ has been reclaimed.

By me.

I’ve taken it and changed whatever meaning it hd before to something new and kind of un-related. I don’t think it has to do with the movie, maybe it did in my twisted memory, but it’s not theirs anymore.
Bad-News-Bears belongs to me.

Now, what, you might ask, does it mean?
Think of something that went wrong. Say your friend tipped, spilt their beer (to keep up the alcohol themed post) and stood there looking so very very sad afterwards, lost and broken.

THAT is when you say Bad-News-Bears.

Or when you are realllly drunk, it’s been the end of the night and you are sooo hungry but the local diner/McDonalds/Burger place is closed and you just stand there, staring at the door with puppy dog eyes and a quivering lip.

“That is super Bad-News-Bears. “

Or your friends are over, you’re havin’ a bash and you go to your fridge only to find empty’s instead of full beers. And everyone’s tanked. YOU have to go to the liquor store if you want anything.

“Holy-Bad-News-Bears Batman!!”


It’s that feeling you get when something you depended on, nothing terribly important of course, but something you wanted, like balance, a beer or munchies- and you just can’t have it. Bad-News-Bears events are not the end of the world by any means. They’re just those moments in life you wish didn’t happen but can’t really take back that moment of ‘goddammit This shit is Bad-News-Bears!’


Suzy Pout Face circa
Royal Wedding 2011

And then you pout. That is proper Bad-News-Bears etiquette.
Suzy-Pout-Face Demands it.
Her day was totally Bad-News-Bears.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Interview Tips (of the not so serious variety)

From the Girl who seems to ROCK interviews but can’t land the goddamn jobs.

For the last year and a half I’ve been job hunting. Actually, more accurately I’ve been hunting since about May of 2009. WOW does that make me feel old... I’ve found a job but not what I want to do and so the search continued.
And continued.
And continues still...

I’ve noticed that I interview well, though my interviewers have not been as... prepared for the process. So these are some tips not to be prepared yourself but to prepare yourself for the unprepared interviewers.


Tip#1: Be Prepared with resume. Like REALLY prepared.
Everyone tells you this, and yes I’ve said ‘prepared’ more than 5 times so far (counting... 1..2..3... okay only 5 times, but still) so being prepared is very important. I mean in this sense to always have duplicates. Why? Because nearly every single interview I’ve gone to, including phone interviews bringing it a to a total of around 6-8 in the last year alone, have forgotten a copy of my resume elsewhere.

Now lets look at this not in the ‘oh people just get distracted’ context but as a tip for when you’re judging this potential employer. When you prep for a meeting you bring your presentation. You bring all tools you’ll need and extra, just in case! Why is it that interviewers, who prize this abilities in their applicants, can’t do it themselves?

BE PREPARED WITH EXTRA PAPERWORK: they’ll forget it. They’ll forget that they forgot it and then they’ll look at you with that ‘yeah, so where’s my extra copy bitch’ look when you present them a clean, coloured copy of your cover letter, resume, references and of course that portfolio you never mentioned, they never asked for but know they’ll salivate over and require to validate your abilities and experience. It’s over preparation, I know this. Like why are you bringing a copy of the paperwork to your bosses office when you know he already has the report that he’s made notes on.

I’ve even had an interviewer get up, say ‘no thank you, mine has notes’ and proceed to scour the office for 10 minutes looking for a piece of paper they can’t find.
It’s unprofessional and is sign #1 that they are not the match for you.

(I will counter each point with a super serious one. Seriously, take extras. Yes it blows, but you want that job and who freaking cares. Just print it off at Staples or your current work, no one will know!)


Tip#2: Beware of Flakes
Everyone has one, everyone knows what they look like and how they operate. I’m talking about those co-workers who promise the sun, moon and Pluto before realizing they can’t because they don’t have Adobe or they were on vacation when their computer crashed and their IT guy is in Europe and they checked, saw your email but then the computer died like RIGHT then, but you dont’ have experience anyways so please wait for the rejection letter because after two weeks we’ve still not made our decision – kind of co-worker. (please not all, except the adobe excuse) was used in a conversation I had yesterday with an interviewer. YES IT WAS THAT SAD.

If you notice you’re in an interview with a flake do the following:
  • ask for specific deadlines on when you’ll hear back from them
  • take every piece of information down but note which pieces are amazing as they are probably an exaggeration
  • do not fall for their seeming optimism about you fitting the position
  • be wary of promises
  • take everything said with a grain of salt and assume you’re not getting the job, because you’re not

The Flakey interviewers at the time of the interview know you are THE one and only for this position. Their heart goes a flutter, their cheeks flush with pink, they flitter about the office telling you where you’ll be sitting and how much they can’t wait for you to meet your soon to be coworkers. Hell, they’ll probably get right down to the nitty-gritty and ask when you can start and salary negotiations.

But the flake does this with every, single, applicant.

First you’re perfect, and the others are good but you’re a nice fit.
Then you won’t hear from them for two weeks.
Maybe two and a half.
They won’t respond to your emails, they won’t call you back. Until one day you ACTUALLY catch them and suddenly “I may have over-estimated your chances for this position, but I’ve still not made my decision.”

Flakes, are at best, unprofessional. They don’t contain their emotions and are incapable of keeping their words. Try not to let this determine if you get the job (I find quite a few flakes inhabit HR offices ‘round the world). If they’re the manager you report to, seek employment elsewhere as this could be a sign that they’ll flake off your project ideas, be inconsistent with payment of salary, and determine your booked holiday status was more optimistic before but now they’ll have to rethink because they just got back from THEIR vacation and their computer is broken.

You want someone who is a little cold to the interviewing process, knows what they’re doing and is straight with you. I’d rather hear at the interview or shortly after that there’s no chance in hell I’m getting the job over waiting a few weeks to be forgotten when I had this AMAZING interview, where we even talked about ordering me a chair that would be better for me.

Yeah.
Totally hate the flakes.

Tip#3: Sales People, when ‘On’, are evil manipulative pricks. Even the bitches.
I like sales people, don’t get me wrong. My step-dad is a salesman and he’s probably one of the most amazing men I’ve even known in my life.
But I’d hate to interview with him.
Sales people have an ‘On’ switch. I have it to, as I’m kinda good at sales myself. It’s a switch that turn’s ‘off’ your morality and considerations and turns ‘on’ the self driven and motivated monster within. It’s GREAT when you’re doing your sales job. People know what they’re in for, they are interested in your product (or don’t know that they are yet) and the salesman knows the game.

It’s a swift kill that all parties are normally consentual to.
Interviews, in my mind, are different. Yes it is a sales transaction of sorts, where you both get something from the deal but you are hiring an employee. Not buying a coffee maker.

Notes on Sales people:
  • They want their commission, so beware of agencies. They don’t care if the job suits you, as long as you’re added to their list of ‘successful hires’ even if you quit after two weeks. Hell, they’d probably convince you to work for the devil if they get a piece. (not all, but most...)
  • Despite what they tell you they do NOT know what’s best for you. YOU DO. Don’t just do what they say because it sounds like a good idea because the inflection of their awesome movie-phone-salesman-voice tells you to think so. WRONG! NO! BEING A DOOR TO DOOR SALESMAN OF COLLEGE TEXTBOOKS IS NOT FOR YOU! Not when you applied to be a Marketing Assistant in an office.


There’s more that all falls under the category ‘they’re lying to make the sale’, the sale being you getting the job. Sometimes, if all you need is ANY old job great! They’re your best friend. But you’re not going to Williams-Sonoma to get a Wallmart quality coffee machine. If they tried to sell you one you’d strangle them with your overpriced Burberry scarf you bought at the Holt Renfrew next door.


Tip #4: Local Phone Interviews= sad-face L.
No one likes interviews. They’re not fun. You either rock them or blow them and it can’t be avoided by doing it over the phone. It’s often worse because you’ll probably still have to do an in person anyways and you’ve just extended your interviewing process. Or limited it needlessly because you say ‘umm’ on the phone too much.

Example: Marketing Assistant Agency Interview over the phone.
Location: Me, Pickering. Interviewer, Toronto. NOT THAT FAR.
Time: 7ish-pm on a Wednesday

Now I understand that he would be home during this time, so I’ll preface this by saying no I don’t expect him to be in the office. BUT I didn’t expect it to be with his friends laughing and joking in the background either.


Me: Hello ***, it’s Lisa-Marie calling for that pre-interview for the-“
Interviewer: OH YEAH! HI, hold on, *goes to talk to his friends, TV and music in the background. I wait about a minute or two before he comes back and closes a door* Sorry about that. So yeah, tell me about you.
Me: Well I’m currently working as an OE clerk and looking to begin a career in Publicity and Marketing.
Interviewer: This isn’t a publicity job.
Me (taken a back but the curt juncture): I’m aware, but I’m still interested in learning as much as I can about marketing with on job experience. It would be a nice change from where I am now.
Interviewer: I don’t have your resume.
Me: Oh, well I can give you a brief summary –
Interviewer: Nah, just tell me about you. Why do you want to work in Sales.
Me: Well I want to work in Marketing to gain some valuable industry experience. The position was listed as within the media so I thought-
Interviewer: You’ll learn more about the company when you go to the actual interview. This is more a preliminary phone call to see if my employer will like you. She had a great girl in this last position, like really amazing and she wants someone to come in and do everything exactly the same.
Me: Well I’m sure I can learn everything important on the job. Could you, give me some more information on the position? What it entails? The posting was rather limited. I know it did list a starting price at 35k but didn’t state the responsibilities-
Interviewer: 32k. Nah, not 35k.
Me (looking at printed off copy of the posting that clearly states 35-42k commensurate with experience): I see. I suppose the 35k must have been without the benefits, is that included in the 32k-“
Interviewer: Nah, you’re coming at this all wrong. You don’t know how to interview. You never ask about the benefits. I know her, she’ll not hire you for that right there. Sounds like you’re all about the money. And you’re a young girl, not like you have kids or anything so what do you need benefits for? Look. I have another position open. It’s in ‘books’. It’s a sales position but I think it’s just right for you. Part time, full time, it’s a travelling position. North York selling books.
Me: Oh? It’s a sales position with a publisher? I didn’t see that listed.
Interviewer: Well it’s a sales position yeah, you’d be going from school to school with some books and selling them. It sounds better for you now that I’ve talked to you.
Me: Well I’m more interested in a Toronto job, not really looking in North York or at anything just specifically in sales and I would like to know more about the company for Assistant position, I don’t even know the name-
Interviewer: Well, how about I get you to come into my office for an interview. You know, go over the basics of the job. Salary, company, location information. You have a car right? Yeah you’d be perfect for this book selling job. Why don’t you come in this Friday at 1pm?
Me: I do work 9-5, and would be unable to come on Friday with such short notice. But I could come in Monday.
Interviewer (who does not respond right away, the door to his room is open and someone is talking to him.):hmm? Oh, Monday sure. Yeah. Whenever. I have to go though. I’ll see you Monday.
I didn’t get a chance to say goodnight before he hung up.

I might not have been the right candidate for that position, but I made it clear I did not want this other job but he pushed it again for another day in emails before I called and cancelled the interview.

Morale of this Tip: Sales people are bad interviewers.
I don’t think he even knew my name by the end of it. So at the very least be prepared if you know the person interviewing you is a sales guy/gal. They might try to throw you under the bus and convince you want something you REALLY don’t.



Tip #5: Be yourself and do not give up.
Super Serial moment, all joking and bitterness aside, you should never give up looking for the right job. I’m not saying go live in your parent’s basement playing videogames all day long while eating all the food they buy for you and live like a social sap to those around you.
Get a day job. Work that shitty ass job you hate to stop from leeching off those that love you and keep looking for the right job. I am, I’m still a leech but I’m working hard and I know others in the same boat. This market right now is brutal and giving up is not an option.

Eventually you’ll have that interview that’ll either go great or horrible but will land you in a job you can be proud of.

Until then, fuck the fakes, screw the unprofessional flops, curse the sales people and be you. I’ll be here doin’ the same so at least you’re not alone?

Happy Hunting.


OH! PS!

Tip the Final: Don’t Blog about this shit.
It could nip you in the ass, but I feel like sharing anyways. I like livin' on the edge!

Cheers!