much ado

So busy week. Gotta get ready to go to work (!!!) this afternoon (well, noon). Have to scramble to get the rest of the garden beds prepared-- Burpee shipped my plant order yesterday so it'll be here soonish, and I gotta be totally ready to stick it in the ground. I think when I do that, I have to plant the rest of the warm-weather seeds as well, and that means I have to have a bit more trellising done. I am thinking morning glories and nasturtiums need to go up the back fence, but I pulled out the big poles back there so I gotta come up with something new.

I am just endlessly pumped about Pennsic. I have been thinking nonstop about the garb I have to make. I wish I could sew as fast as I think. I have this cognitive thing that sort of seems to rule my life, I'm noticing: if I'm doing a task and I reach a point where I'm not sure what to do, instead of deciding, I tend to abandon the project. Which is why my clothes never get put away (because I'd have to decide on a system, and I rarely have the oomph to make the decision) and so many of the things I make are unfinished because i just don't know how to attach the fasteners or finish the hem or whatever. So I'm slightly hung up on the blue dress-- I have made the adjustments to the fit of the bodice, and now need to attach the facings. I don't know what material to cut the facings from, and any cutting is always a major hang-up spot because I need to concentrate so hard to do it right. So I'm sort of stalled, but I can't move on and start a new project because I *have to* finish this one first. And I'm so close to done, I just have to focus and get the facings cut properly, and do it. Tragic.
I need a personal assistant who is also a cheerleader and also good at spatial reckoning, who can tell me what I need to do, encourage me to do it, and tell me if I'm doing it right-- basically, I need a mom. Sad, isn't it?

Hopefully having a job will improve my time management. Not that I waste much time now-- I am always busy, I just spend a lot of time dithering over what I ought to be working on next.

* garden: mulch pepper bed, plant beans, morning glories, nasturtiums; re-lay brick walkway around edge of bed
* blue dress: facings, finish armholes, hem, decide about interlining skirt & embroidering bodice
* next project: Lorelei's purple dress (may interrupt blue dress for this one, since blue dress isn't needed until June 20th)
* Garb for Z: bang out a quick tunic and pair of trousers as starter-garb


I admit that part of my motivation in taking this job at the camera store was that I used to be so all-encompassingly interested in photography, and now... really don't ever take pictures. I know that a huge factor in this is my vision: I am probably at 20/40 wearing my glasses, and that means I just can't really see anything. I've lost much of my visual delight in the world. We went to Niagara Falls and I looked at it and was like, OK, it's nice. I didn't want to take any pictures and wasn't really stirred to awe or anything. That's fucking ridiculous: I need some fucking glasses. So we'll see. I've just got to work up my nerve to go to the doctor again, and hopefully can get a referral to the eye doctor to save a little bit on the cost of going-- the ocular migraines are probably just that, but there's a chance something's wrong with my optic nerve, so maybe I could get a referral? I don't know.
Anyway.
Hopefully working in a camera store will give me back my love of photography. That and being able to see again. There's my not-so-secret wish.
Also maybe I can score some cheap equipment to take better pictures. Yes!

The Memory Factory

Got a good name for my workplace today, which seemed hilarious at the time. So they do photo processing there, digital and film and so on. As the woman training me was working at the print-processing machine, color-adjusting and cropping and so on (you think photo processors don't look at your prints? They look at every single one, oh yes they do). It was someone's wedding photos, and as she tilted her head to look at one, she said, "We're like the memory factory. We make memories."
Which sounds cheesy, but she was being more than half sarcastic.
"The Memory Factory," I said. "Brilliant."
I decided I'm going to take one of the cameras that does video and record a documentary while I'm there. It'll be hilarious. Because once I've shot all the footage, I'm going to take it and edit it so that the whole thing becomes a dark, twisted horror movie.

It was fun. They're weird people. Kinda right up my alley. As Fi pointed out, I'll probably wind up loving it there, and then not be able to bring myself to get a higher-paying job. Whatever.
I'm already plotting all the things I'll buy with my discount. Mostly I just want a lens cap for my silly-expensive camera. But I'm also sort of fantasizing about getting myself a cheap-cheap tiny point-and-shoot digital to put in my pocket, because I never bring my camera anywhere because I don't want to bring the huge bag.
I can see this job being more expensive than I can afford, actually. :/

Anyway, it was fun.

Then I got home and discovered that my plant order from Burpee had arrived and they're freaking huge plants. I am going to have to work like a dog all day tomorrow to get them in. I sort of thought they'd be here Saturday. I guess I am not smart: Burpee's in PA, which is within UPS's 1-2 day regular delivery, which I should know from when I worked at the Bullshit Factory my last job, which did a lot of shipping by UPS...