leujin: (21 and 24 (Seinfeld with a unibrow))
Does anybody actually miss when I updated 3 times a day?

So, what's been up with me these days.

Nothing! I'm working. It's boring. The most interesting thing there is that I had this SUPER obnoxious author who was being... well, super obnoxious. I finally got her out of my hair. Basically she was just super demanding and everything had to be perfect, and regardless of any good reason that I gave her, she would NOT take my advice, on design, or layout corrections. It drove me crazy. The higher ups finally just said "give her whatever she wants so we can just get her book done," which I always love hearing.

Oh, also, I'm going paintballing with my department vs. the illustrators next Saturday. Again, my work is way cooler than yours.

I'm sad about the season finale of Venture Brothers. Like... seriously. It was a good episode, but... gah!

Our house is old and crappy and falling apart. Good thing we're renting, not renting to own or something equally fruity, because this house is seriously old and in bad shape.

Um... that's pretty much it. Now I'm hungry, so I'm going to go get "chicken" from Wal-Mart.
leujin: (Brock1 (I'd kick his ass))
Things I hate about my job:

At the first of the month we send out our initial contact e-mails to all our authors. Sometimes they e-mail back, sometimes they don't. Today I got an e-mail back. The lady said "I need my audio book by July 29th. Can you do this for me?" To which I responded with the standard response of "I will have to talk to my director of operations to find out if we can do that for you."

Normally this is not a problem, but this lady threw a freaking fit. She said "well, the audio director told me we could do this, blah blah blah." Herein lies the problem: I was not told by anybody that this was the plan. I REALLY hate it that people at my job don't tell the people ahead in the production line "oh hey, this is going to happen and it's already been talked about, just thought you should know."

What else bothers me is that any time something like this happens, the author will run crying like a little girl to Dr. Tate, the founder of the company! a) He can't do anything about it, because he's not the CEO. b) If they do actually get the CEO involved, he usually just tells you to take care of it yourself because it's NEVER as big a deal as the author is making it out to be, or if it IS a big deal he tells the department head to take care of it.

I was talking to Liz about this, and we came to the conclusion that this is what happens when parents give into their kids when they throw fits about not getting their way about something. The parent gives in, and the child learns they can manipulate and it just continues throughout their adult lives! GAH!!

Seriously, if you ever find yourself in the author role of this situation, just talk to the person and tell them "I was told this by X person, if you talk with them I'm sure they will confirm it." Don't go running to the CEO. It pisses the designer off.

This job would be great if it wasn't for the authors.

(side note: I'm aware that this is a really stupid and petty thing to be annoyed about, but... well, I don't have a but. Just know that I know)
leujin: (Default)
Dude. Nintendo dropped a huge bomb that I somehow missed: Mario Kart Wii was originally slated for June or July, but about a week ago they officially announced that it will be released April 27th. 2 days before GTAIV. Which is an insanely ballsy move on Nintendo's part. That's way exciting.

That's... um... all. Well, sort of. I had this really sweet cover for one of my authors that got totally turned down. Everyone in the office loved it, but she was like "this isn't my story, wah wah," and I was like ":(" She's parapalegic, her book is called "God Knew I Loved Pizza," and the cover I made was a wheelchair with pizza for wheels. Awesome, right? But she didn't go for it. Oh well.
leujin: (Default)
Yesterday at work was amusing. First of all there was the fact that Placebo came on the radio. I have never heard Placebo on the radio, so that was a bit of a treat for me.

The amusing part comes in where we started talking about this HUGE bitch of an agent we have. Basically she goes through assistants like Kleenex. The longest she's had a single assistant for was a month. So, we started taking bets on how long this new girl will last. Richard said 3 days and some odd hours. I said 2 weeks. Then Brandon Price is Right'd me and went with a 2 weeks and a day.

And THEN! There's this property that's been like... the bane of my existence. Basically I had to take it back a dozen different times. I thought it was the agent being a ho, but it was apparently the seller, and the agent was just as torqued about it as I was. The biggest thorn was this mural. The seller was obsessed with it and wanted to get a great picture of it, so like half the edits I got back were for that stupid thing. This is the property that made me say "If I see this property again, please tell them to go die in a fire."

So I got it back today. One more edit. A new picture. In which the agent convinced the seller to paint over the mural. So I was amused and pissed at the same time.

There was something about today, but I can't remember. Oh well.
leujin: (Great scott!)
I took like a 2 hour lunch today. It was really awesome. My supervisor, Brandon, asked if we wanted to go to lunch, but I was like "nah, I don't have any money." Then one of my coworkers chimed and was like "I'll pay for you!" So that was pretty cool. We went to... someone's Irish Pub. *looks it up* Darcy's, that's what it was. Genuine Irish cuisine. I thought about getting corned beef and cabbage, but I figured that my coworkers wouldn't appreciate that, so I went with some sort of chicken sandwich.

When we were getting drinks, everyone else ordered some sort of beer, and I was completely unprepared so I had the waitress rattle off some names. The only one I heard was Guinness, so I got one of those. I forgot that those are like... a glass of bread. So we ate, and I felt logy, then we were getting ready to leave, when Brandon was like "let's stay a bit longer. I'll buy us another round!"

So we had another round, and I drank another glass of bread. We basically just shot the shit exchanging stories about getting drunk and going to strip clubs (not necessarily at the same time). Good fun.

In other work related news, I neglected to mention what an ass the owner of the company is. Sometime yesterday he went into my boss, Richard's office, and was like, "So, we need to advertise. We have ad space in the Denver Post, and it needs to be ready by noon tomorrow." Fucking great. So Erin and I were conscripted to put that together. The hardest part was finding pictures and verbiage for all the properties listed. There was something like 45. It's a big pain in the ass when you don't know who the the designer was and the site is like... 3 years old.

In other news, I hate dealing with customer service. Because they almost always have thick Indian accents and/or speak very softly, so I have to ask them to repeat themselves thirty times and I end up looking like dumbass.

I also hate how lawers tend to get involved when you don't pay vet bills for your dead cat.

This is a long ass entry. Is anybody still reading?
leujin: (Great scott!)
There is nothing worse than waking up in the middle of the night and suddenly realizing that you have to get up and go to work in an hour and a half.
leujin: (Super strength)
It occurred to me that I haven't done any sort of "this is how my life is going" posts for awhile, so I figured it's high time. I mean, yeah, I talk about my job, but there's more going on with me than just that.

I dunno. I'm honestly feeling kind of depressed right now. I don't really know why, it just kind of slapped me in the face out of nowhere. I'm just bored. Maybe it's not depression. I think I'm just tired of sitting around here doing nothing for 5 days a week, and then going to an office for 2 days a week where I get treated like a fucking mule.

I think I need to shake things up a bit. I know I've said that I would do it before, and I usually don't end up doing anything. Quite honestly I would love to have some sort of retail job, because then I could feel like I'm actually helping people out with something. It sounds stupid, but I think it would make me feel better. I put in my application at GameStop and this retail~y place in 16th street. I did that Tuesday, and... I dunno, hopefully they'll get back to me before I go completely bat shit.

I can't pay rent. It sucks. I feel like a big useless leach, because Liz is having to cover me, and even she can't do that. She has to borrow money. I would borrow money, but my mom pretty much killed any chance of me being able to do that.

I don't even talk to my dad anymore, so there's no way I could borrow money from him. I tried e-mailing him a few weeks ago, and he never responded. I'd be willing to believe that Betty has completely brain washed him into believing that his kids are no longer a part of his life, and he should just let go. I fucking hate that woman. My dad used to be a nice person, and he just turned into a wad of cookie dough once he got married to her.

I feel useless. I think I'm going to take the dog for a walk.
leujin: (Great scott!)
Lists are fun, even when there's no real reason for them!

1. I still miss my cat. I wish I could bring him back, but unfortunately he was not Jesus-cat and shall not rise today.
2. THANK FUCK I CAN DRINK SWEET, DELICIOUS CAFFEINE!
3. There's a special Easter comic for transplant today, assuming the update thingy gets unclogged.
4. Actual transplant updates resume tomorrow!
5. I'm seriously tired of snow.
6. Number six called in dead today
7. I'm thoroughly ready to move to Oklahoma.
8. I hear back from the interviews on Tuesday and Friday, weather I got it or not.

The End.
leujin: (Destiny)
I had a dream that there was some sort of nuclear fallout, and it somehow brought Odin back to life. We were all freaking out about something, and then the dirt started moving, and Odin climbed out of the ground. He was still shaking, but I figured it was just a condition of recently being reanimated.

I know this could never happen because Odin is now a pile of ashes somewhere, not to mention that that much radiation probably wouldn't leave anything alive, much less have zombie-making powers, but it's still nice to be that happy even if it's only in my dreams.

It's strange how often my dreams involve apocalypse.

Wish me luck with my interviews!

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