kate+speaks

Congratulations!

I love you.

To celebrate my grown-woman-ness I am purchasing this bag. I’ve never bought a bag this pricey, but its about time I invest in a quality leather designer piece. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t too good for that Forever21 pleather, but its about time I step up and cop something of substance.

Not to mention I got a hook up at Zappos corporate and I get 20% coupons.
*Evilest laugh here*

On Saturday we stopped by a design-toy-knick-nack shop in Jtown and fell in love with this print:

Its a limited edition print by a local designer. Cop it on Design Public, $40, if you are interested.

Since we decided to stick around another year in our apartment, to save dough on rent (we got it good here), we started decorating (i.e. started hanging stuff on the walls). We are working on our collage-frame-wall right now. Progress so far:

We’re lucky enough to live next to a frame shop that has super cheap frames.

What else is new… building a new bike:

Still riding freewheel. I’m not trying to die or anything, fixed gear with never be for me. I think Jeff got inspired after seeing a bunch of girls my size with tiny bike frames riding fixed with some serious/legit gear on their bikes. My current bike is old and has uncessary parts, I’m excited for this next one.

Errands. Apartment decorating. Japantown. Sunday Streets. Picnic in Dolores Park. Target. Breakfast in bed. SFMoma (store). Afternoon tea. Union Square. Home-cooked fajitas.

I love you, San Francisco.

Finally, after about a year of growing that beezy out, I finally got a new look. Not to mention that it was the most affordable trip to the salon I’ve made in YEARS! I’m excited for this new relationship with this salon & stylist, the perks: its a short bus ride away, super affordable and its open later in the evening!

I need this:

Iden, Steven by Steve Madden – $159.99, but with 25% off

So… I ended up getting the assignment from the interview this morning. What do I learn from all this, is it:

1. Believe in myself more?
2. This was all God’s plan in the first place, i.e. getting let-go of from my last assignment to free up my schedule for a better opportunity. Should trust and have more faith in the inner workings of my life of which I have ZERO control over?
3. Am I just fking lucky these days?

I. DON’T. KNOW.

Whatever it is, I’m thankful. Lessons learned. Work harder. Focus. Don’t be stupid.

I’m employed until Halloween. Got rent money until November, got cash to burn for the Big Apple.

Thank you, GOD.

I just got back from a terrible interview-test on photoshop. I left feeling inept and stupid. I hate photoshop folks. Hate it. Always have, always will. I don’t know its full capabilities and it intimidates the hell out of me.

I skipped breakfast so I gave up on life and got Burger King.

In some desperate attempt to claim a fresh start I made a random hair appointment at a new place in the city. I feel terrible because I’m technically cheating on my hairstylist (who is my good-friend’s-girlfriend’s-sister, ahh you all know this already). I don’t want to wait until the appointment I made with my regular stylist and frankly, I can’t keep spending that much money on hair alone. The cost is high and I try to counter that fact by not visiting as frequently as I should, which still leaves me with fugged up hair for periods of time when the wallet cannot handle it. Anyways, back to my point, I made an appointment, for Friday, to chop off all this wedding-grown-hair cause I don’t need it and I want to clear the slate. New look. New person. New shit… get on with it.

Its stupid that I am banking on a change in physical appearance to pick-me-up, but whatever, I’ll take it.

I wouldn’t mind going to pastry school and opening up my own bakeshop. Its a ridiculous lustful fantasy I have that will probably never come to fruition. Then again, two things… 1. Bakers are up at the crack of dawn, baking. 2. I will no doubtably get THICK, due to the copious amounts of butter and sugar my goodies will contain.

Not totally down with either of those.

I am telling you. I’m facing a crisis, at 26.

Other careers I’m willing to consider:

_ Professional food critic/scourer, I do this for fun anyway and its on my own dime… why not get paid and bill someone else?
_ Internationally acclaimed random blogger. About what? Who knows… but I’m down.
_ Be the next Carrie Bradshaw, become an actual writer, write one article a month, and buy Christian Louboutins and Gucci bags.
_ Become a shiba inu master dog walker, I will stick strictly to shiba inu clientele.
_ Hustle the streets for money at Pier 39 as a small Asian mime. I think I only have about a few years on this one. I better act now if I’m going to pursue this.
_ Stay at home wife. I think Jeff might flip out and threaten to divorce me if I don’t contribute to rent dollars.
_ Flight attendant? How do you get one of those gigs anyway? I wouldn’t mind trying to get a gig with Hawaiian Airlines.
_ Event planner. What else is new? I think I’d get an ulcer for this one from stress alone, so I’ll stay away, for health reasons.
_ MADAME, for an all male escort brothel. I won’t even lie either, I’m just going to call it “PENIS-TIME.”

If you happen to read this let me know your vote. I’m battling between the next Carrie Bradshaw and Madame for “Penis-Time.”

My job let me leave early today, and basically said they had no work for me to do so I don’t need to come back. Its just an assignment, not a permanent-full-time job or anything, but I was under the impression they were super busy and needed me this entire week plus the whole month of October. When I got in yesterday the person who was in charge of me wasn’t able to meet with me and someone else made up work for me to do. I did my assignment, I came up with three concepts, and I even asked them to give me a deadline. They were chill, they were lax about the whole situation. When the day was done they told me to come in today at 11. When I got in today they didn’t have anything so they told me to continue what I was working on yesterday, so I did. When I asked for more work, they didn’t have any. They told me to go home.

Now I am paranoid that I did a completely shitty job, and that I took too much of their time. I’m freaking out that the past few days have been a test and I had no idea. That I was flying under their radar and had no clue. I’ve been told I am expensive through my agency, its not completely reflective of my value as a designer, but because hiring a designer by the hour is super expensive.

I’ll be honest. If you act like you have nothing for me to do I will lollygag, I will google stupid shit like “cheap wine under $10,” I will go on Facebook. But I’m not dumb, I will ask for work, I will ask for deadlines… If you give me the impression that things are important and they are timely I will get it done. I will check work down a list, and I will set tasks for myself…. Maybe thats my problem, maybe I need to take each job more seriously. But, fuck. I think I would die.

Maybe I’m just paranoid.

Maybe its just karma cause I wrote this while at work today:

Yeah, its official… I’m quarter-life crisising… I’ll elaborate sometime… sometime.

Sincerely,
Mrs. Stuck-in-a-Rut