I haven't posted in awhile or even check posts due to my current mental state. These past two weeks have probably been the roughest I've had in a very long time...I don't know if I've actually ever had it worse.
Number 1: You all (all 4 of you) probably ready about my sprained ankle....that happened almost two weeks ago and it's still bruised and hurts. Still waiting for the day to do cardio.
Number 2: My boss often times will pass some of his freelance clients off to me when he becomes too busy or just isn't interested in doing it. About a week ago I agreed to take on a client he's been working with for years. I went in with a positive attitude and have recently restored that, however, that was not the case this past weekend. I met with the guy last wednesday to discuss the 8 page booklet that they needed in two days. YAY for me, right. They don't have any hires images for me to work with or even copy that they're happy with. Nonetheless, I sit down for three hours one night and knock a front and back cover, plus a spread. I send it along happily (patting myself on the back only for them to contact me less than 20 hours later saying they're completely dissatisfied. Well maybe if they had given me ANY direction, any fonts to work with, or possibly a corporate color (all things I asked for) they would have liked it maybe a little bit. So with confidence destroyed I worked 16 hrs throughout the weekend going back and forth with pissy clients who don't offer any positive feedback. Meanwhile, they involve my boss, the one who put his faith in me and gave me this project.....so not only does he come off looking bad, so do I. I've recently patched things up with them.....but we're still a long ways from completing the project.
Number 3: (it's a doosy, beware) Yesterday I had a fabulous work day. Time flew and I was uber productive. 5pm rolls around and I decide to back up my lap top (I have a desktop and laptop at work) with the external harddrive. Meanwhile, Alex calls and tells me a hysterical story.......so, I'm distracted. Instead of copying my new work on top of the old work on the harddrive, I fuck up miserably and replace the new with the old. I realize that something has gone arry halfway and cancel the copy......well the damage was done. SEVEN MONTHS of work on my laptop has vanished.....needless to say I almost had a panick attack at work when I realized this. Seriously, seven months of half the company's graphic design projects are gone. I would venture to say that thousands of files are missing.......THOUSANDS. I'm still distraught and barely coping with this. Everything has to be recreated.....that's almost a years worth of work. Some files were flash too, motion animations that took months to create in the first place. Luckily a lot of stuff has been sent to press recently....but it would be nice to reference files every now and then. I played the day going through my email and recovering any files I could from past emails I sent to coworkers and printers. NOT FUN MY FRIENDS.......horrible. I had an appointment today with Apple because of my despiration and they have referred me to a "Miracle Worker" that works minutes from my apartment. Tomorrow at 10am (when doors open) I will be there, MacBook and external harddrive in tow with a hopeful smile and freshly baked cookies.
(ok so that's three right, that's what I was thinking when I was driving home after visiting the "genuis bar" at Apple, in traffic, 35 minutes from home.......with the windows rolled down even though it reached triple digits today because i'm trying to not make my '95 Saturn break down)
Number 4: My dad calls while I'm pouring my heart out to my mom. I click over only for him to inform me that his mother passed away today. Instant tears/sadness.....especially for my dad. His mother, may she rest in peace, was always a bit reclusive and never made an attempt to get to know me throughout my life. I've seen her a handful of times and was never close to her. I'm just hurting for my dad who lost his mother today. She lived well into her 80s, but lived a life of isolation. I feel sad for her, but mostly I feel bad for my dad who insists on attending the small funeral in NY by himself. I offered to go but my dad has never been one to cause a scene or make things hard on others. He's always protected me as much he could from emotional/physical distress.
So, I'm praying, even knocking on wood that my enormous load of badluck has subsided for now......I was just telling Alex the other day,"wow, things have been going so 'as planned' recently, I hope the bubble doesn't burst"