Everyday (said to the tune of Dave Matthews Band)

Grown up life can be very complicated.

I have time to sit and to think but not enough time to do.

The job I currently have only pays well when I work enough overtime for three people and even then I am just barely getting by.

This same job is impeding my ability to do the artwork that I crave to do, and said artwork can only be done when I shut out family and friends and all prospective outings and just work. For myself. And I realize now that this is kind of necessary, not to say that family isn't important, because they are, as are friends that enrich our lives and make us feel better about ourselves. But sometimes you have to swallow the disappointment and shoulder the blame of your own self sabotage and realize that you, and your work, are that important, and I'm not talking about the work of playing Zelda on a 9 hr mission, or of searching for a bodega that's open at 2am because your lighter is out of fluid and you're  all out of matches (although both are admirable shows of perseverance). 

However, sometimes we have to do what is difficult and most arduous in order to succeed and make it to our goals, and once we make it, well then, maybe that game of Zelda won't seem so trivial after all....

Here's to hopin'!

TGihT

Toootally

Totally exhausted, 

Cannot sleep.

Kinda hungry,

Will not eat.

Need some attention,

Before I weep,

With miles and hours,

Before I creep...

Sigh, if I'm lucky....

That has pretty much been my week. Now where is the sleep that attacked me on the train, hijacking my face and body into a forced coma? Alas, away it has gone....Guess it means I'll be here with you guys instead (toootally not said with underlying ire at my insomniatic state.)

Nevertheless....

Hi dear friends! Did you miss me? Considering I have as of yet, no followers to speak of and only two likes on Facebook (four if you count myself and my mother), this sentiment will most likely go unanswered. Despite this, I do feel obliged to give you all a recap of the past few months, and I will do so now in cinematic overtone.

Picture if you will.......

A girl.

 

An oven.

A bakery.

West Village, NYC.

92 degree weather outside....A million inside.....

And that's not even the best part...

There's customers - you guessed it - Smart Ones...and I'm not talking about the (healthy-ish) frozen food brand.....

So yeah, all that, been toooootally awesome and not at all suicide note worthy.

Sigh.

Anyway...sorry if we got off on the wrong foot. Watched Man of Steel earlier tonight.....toooootally trying not to pull an Oedipus right now...amazed they managed to hook actual Oscar winners for an over exploded (mind you I'm a Michael Bay fan), overly dramatic (Christopher Nolan fan too) waaaay unnecessarily dark (it's Superman fa cryin' out loud, said in true Archie Bunker form) overly hyped snail fest with a waaaay underdeveloped script......I at least pray they were paid well for all their efforts to save the cinematic Titanic I just wasted 98 mins or so (sort of) watching.....might have given myself a pedicure the remaining 32 mins...

But I digress. As always.

In these past few months I have learned quite a few valuable lessons. 

I learned that you cannot buy intelligence...anywhere.

I learned that you cannot change people, only yourself.

And today I learned (again) that if you are a curvy woman, living in New York, with 42-32-46 proportions, you are more likely to find rubies in the crown of Kennedy's Fried Chicken* than you are to find a decent pair of shorts that won't put you in Nursing Home dress code, or make your mother disown you.

Oh yeah, toooootally awesome day....at least I left (almost literal) Hell's Kitchen waaaay earlier than expected.

Sigh.

But I indeed have missed you (proverbial, general) guys! And I do hope to figure this whole blogger-y thing out enough to actually have followers so as to share in my ravings and general observations about this crazy life....I guess Mom'll have to do for now....guess I'll have to edit that line in the above poetic piece alluding to my sexual frustrations....

But at least I didn't buy the Disown Only Daughter shorts...win! 

Sigh....

Until next time,

TGihT

*Kennedy's Fried Chicken is a fast food establishment, exclusive to mainly urban outer borough areas of NYC, which sells a variety of food items at an affordable price. There is often a crown somewhere in the logo, hence ruby reference, however there also exists a sister establishment known as Crown Fried Chicken...and sometimes Pizza.

Having been to both, get the fries, they're amazing....;-)-tgiht

Totally inspired....Yet totally tired

Hello dear people.

So totally have a new idea for a shirt design for Memorial Day and totally excited about doing it (when is becomng more and more of a mystery), however slews of customers and many many cookies later (an hr and a half after closing later to be exact) has kind of left me with a huge gaping void of tired where energy should be. Hey, at least I'm full of creative energy....

But I will persevere! Somehow. Really not sure if my phone alarm will be enough. Maybe a bullhorn would be a sound investment at this juncture.....

And I promise I'll have pics very soon....

Until next time,

TGihT

Mean People Su...Nope, scratch that, People Suck.....

So my dear readers you know what I found out today? And brace yourself for this one...

The a**hole gene is spreading.

And I don't wanna sound like I hate everyone (which today I kind of do), or think the world is going to hell in a hand basket (which I'm thinking more and more, not just today). I simply feel that more and more people are filled with complete obliviousness that has reached new heights of irritating.

NEWS FLASH: if you're sitting next to someone on the train and you find that your personal items keep bumping into them, you might want to reconsider the placement of your items to make sure you are not a pain in their a** the entire duration of the train ride, (as that person is literally praying to God will end soon.)

Any behavior other than this makes you an a**hole, in the second degree.

The first degree is the person, who despite the reasonable space between them and the next passenger finds it necessary to lean all the way over, with their hand all the way over, until it's almost 4 inches away from touching me by accident.....Now that my dear readers is an a**hole in the 1st degree....(apparently I was meant to share this with you all since I was fortunate enough to meet both of these people on the same train tonight).

Ugh.

On the positive side (sorry it took me so long to get there), did make a lot in tips today from the same people that I totally don't hate...

....But back on the other side, really considering colonization on Mars as a viable option to this daily Earth (or maybe just NY based) BS, even if such colonization does leave me dark and golden eyed, a la Ray Bradbury (ref. "Dark They Were and Golden Eyed", 1949).

Yes I used a citation in casual life - deal with it.

Pray I get some artwork done tomorrow (and that my next post will be less angsty).

Until next time,

TGihT

New day, new....well actually nothing much...

Well let's see...

20 min train delay

5.5 instead of 2-2.5 hrs of baking...

Plenty of "Smart" Customers....

Oh yeah and a nice 2nd degree burn to top it off.

Fun day....:-).

Oh and let's not forget the rainy nor'easter 46 degree weather that descended on my 72 degree weather (66 degree minimum) outfit....never had a longer wait for the ABOVE ground 7 train....which I never usually take....great use of the Psychic Powers on that one today....oh well.

But, aside from all this, I finally for the first time in quite awhile have more than one potential art related  project, the second one being a friend's logo and the first one web design which despite having been one of my least favorite classes while in school, has proven to be just slightly less eye meltingly tedious than I remember it.

And on another positive note....did manage to finish baking for my orders in less than a half hour, and also managed to mix at least 10 doughs today with about 4 hrs of sleep and a sizable burn on my right  hand (which proved challenging since, you guessed it, right handed), proving to myself that even under pressing circumstance and unexpected ardor, I am a pretty bad mofo....

(FYI: In the above instance, the term "mofo" may be found using Urban Dictionary, definition #2, sub definition 2: "One who is hard core.")

Hey, I think that's a pretty fair allowance for this kind of day....Yes? Thought so....

And now I must bid you dear people adieu, as I let the art overtake my soul...and my mouse....and screen.....totally not awake enough for this.

Pray for my eyelids as they fill with RGB joy (CMYK? What program am I using again?) Sigh....

Until next time,

TGihT

Psychic Powers...

Have to start this post off by stating the obvious:

I am awesome.....

Ok now that that's out of the way, here's why....(and don't judge me): I am tooootally psychic.

Oh yes, you read that correctly....

Not only was I totally right about working a 9-10 hr day today (9hrs, 13mins to be exact), was also totally right about being too tired to engage in any sort of physical activity that didn't consist of running for trains that I ended up missing and oh yeah, using an industrial mixer at work that I'm pretty sure was one of the first relics of the start of the Iron Age.....ok fine, maybe the Industrial Revolution.....you get my drift.

However, the one thing I did not completely predict was....


Getting artwork done!

You read me right.....totally altered my first shirt today, not just as a tester, but an actual design (photos to come soon, I promise). So as I am full of artistic angsty glee, I am also going to try my hardest to not be deterred by my horrendous schedule for this coming week - closing Saturday through Monday nights at the lovely Bakery at which I am employed.

Now I know this may not sound so bad, especially if you are a TGihT like myself, for which double and triple shifts have become a source of laughter and amusement instead of complaint. No dear followers, my angsty ravings have nothing to do with mere hours but something far more nervebending.....

The "Smart" Customer.

Quotation marks seem a bit superfluous? Allow me to explain.

Here is a scenario:

"Smart" Customer: "What cookie flavors do you have?"
Me: "All of these...." (Gesturing towards the printed SIGNS that are clearly printed next to the cookies displayed so lovingly behind me).
"S"C: "Oh, ok..........wow.......um, so is there dark chocolate in the Dark Chocolate Toffee Cookie...?"

Let that sink in a moment.....

Me: "......Yes..." (Grimacing now).

"S"C: "Oh, ok, I'll have that one...."

And that's my evening. And I say "Smart" not to say facetiously that this woman, and all like her, are morons....no, never. I just came to the conclusion that these dear people are so confident in their intelligence that they simply assume they've heard of everything already, and anything they haven't heard of can't possibly be a real existing thing....so I, graciously must explain to them that in fact, despite their prior knowledge, other cookie flavors exist....

It's a stretch but hey, can't say the other thing.....

Wish me luck dear people....

Until next time,

TGihT

Today is (allegedly) Wednesday

Hi all. So today is Wednesday, May 22nd, 2013, as I'm sure it probably says in the header above.

And here's to you, redundancy...

Just had a 9 hour day at work, which I know doesn't sound like much except that I will most likely have an 8-9 hr day tomorrow and a 10hr day after that, leading up to (wait for it...): No day off until (maybe) Tuesday... oh yeah, good times.

All of this leaves me with very little time to work on my own personal art projects, which are collecting dust almost as fast as my running sneakers, which, let's face it, I borrowed, and, ok, technically aren't even mine because really why pay for denial...(just sayin').

After studying abroad for a month and graduating from Art School (yes people still get degrees in art) I found myself in a state of limbo, as well as a seemingly perpetual state of "please don't close my account..." with my bank, not to mention a few thousand more than I'd like to have in debt. But after much perseverance and toil (and the help of dear dear friends), I finally have a job that I can say pays (most) of the bills, including (sometimes) the rent, as well as a work environment that totally doesn't (does) conjure up images of Jean ValJean rowing for his life....ok, fine, maybe just his supper.

But aside from that, I have not given up the hope of finding the job that actually allows me to use all the talents that I honed while in school, and all the other ones that I never even knew existed till working at this lovely (not art-related) place I am now. I feel confident that things are about to change for the better, despite what my body or heavy eyelids may say....

Until next time dear friends,

TGihT