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I came home to my dad's music playing from the garage into the rest of the house. Which includes a loop through the kitchen and a 90 degree turn into the living room, all the way to the front door. I knew that he was likely working on the tile in the living room, but he wasn't anywhere in sight. I ended up starting to make guacamole from the fairly expensive, but definitely ripe, avocados I'd gotten at the grocery store. I recognized the song Lochloosa by JJ Grey & Mofro (I also enjoy I Believe (In Everything) ). Yet he doesn't know that band, meaning he was listening to pandora.
My dad has gone from doing the same work he'd done since he was 18 to learning a new job, learning how to regularly use a cellphone, learning how to deal with co-workers that have attitudes, getting his first library card so he could get books on tape, and now also utilizing pandora. He's 58, that shit is hard, mostly because he'd been so long doing the same thing.
It's one thing to say that everything would look different by christmas, but another entirely to be in the month of december and looking out at what we've all done since then.
My job continues to be strange, for me. I am less ruffled by the owner's family being very direct in their delivery of stuff than lots of people seem to be. I'm not sure if that's good, but they don't seem to mind. It bothers me more when I'm scared of someone just because everyone else is walking on eggshells. This changes if I get yelled at, but so far I haven't been. I've made a few large designs that looked great, but we're loved beyond my immediate supervisor/boss person. I don't know that I'm particularly disappointed, though I do wish those projects were done so I could move on to other stuff.
I keep being complimented on my ability to write social media copy. The marketing lead insists that it's something people have or they don't. Probably what I have is an interest in how stuff like that works and is structured. It seems so simple, just write in your 'internal announcer" voice, or like circus promoters. Someone who likes talking into a microphone and is smooth about it. Sadly this ability doesn't translate to my actual speech, there is a disconnect there. Usually my abilities in this are compared with the current intern, who generally writes decent...hooks I guess, but falls down on making the more boring stuff concise or smooth. But the intern is a graphic design intern...they don't go over advertising or social media content AT ALL in design school. Some might, but I doubt it. Maybe I was always accidentally destined for marketing. At least I write things in a "helping" way, so I feel less bad about being part of advertising. It makes it seem less like manipulation and more like putting up posters where people happen to walk. The walk is just facebook. (which thankfully I don't have to have an account on to use for this job).
My dad has gone from doing the same work he'd done since he was 18 to learning a new job, learning how to regularly use a cellphone, learning how to deal with co-workers that have attitudes, getting his first library card so he could get books on tape, and now also utilizing pandora. He's 58, that shit is hard, mostly because he'd been so long doing the same thing.
It's one thing to say that everything would look different by christmas, but another entirely to be in the month of december and looking out at what we've all done since then.
My job continues to be strange, for me. I am less ruffled by the owner's family being very direct in their delivery of stuff than lots of people seem to be. I'm not sure if that's good, but they don't seem to mind. It bothers me more when I'm scared of someone just because everyone else is walking on eggshells. This changes if I get yelled at, but so far I haven't been. I've made a few large designs that looked great, but we're loved beyond my immediate supervisor/boss person. I don't know that I'm particularly disappointed, though I do wish those projects were done so I could move on to other stuff.
I keep being complimented on my ability to write social media copy. The marketing lead insists that it's something people have or they don't. Probably what I have is an interest in how stuff like that works and is structured. It seems so simple, just write in your 'internal announcer" voice, or like circus promoters. Someone who likes talking into a microphone and is smooth about it. Sadly this ability doesn't translate to my actual speech, there is a disconnect there. Usually my abilities in this are compared with the current intern, who generally writes decent...hooks I guess, but falls down on making the more boring stuff concise or smooth. But the intern is a graphic design intern...they don't go over advertising or social media content AT ALL in design school. Some might, but I doubt it. Maybe I was always accidentally destined for marketing. At least I write things in a "helping" way, so I feel less bad about being part of advertising. It makes it seem less like manipulation and more like putting up posters where people happen to walk. The walk is just facebook. (which thankfully I don't have to have an account on to use for this job).
