My first comp of a Craigslist redesign. I'm pretty pleased.
First comp of my Craigslist redesign. I am pretty pleased, and excited about the über amounts of jQuery I’m going to be using to make everything load and shiny. Kinda makes me want to redesign Dazzleblab.
I find myself playing the Bad Cop. Often. In social settings, at work, and in classes. I’m the one who will say what no one else wants to say, and I can’t stand it.
Perhaps this is a rant, but it is so frustrating to be the one to say “No,” to say “it’s unacceptable”, or reject another being. I wonder if this isn’t just a plague of our society.
At work #1 we have certain policies in place, to maintain our accountability and to protect the clients. At the desk where I sit most nights, we will accept items to turn into the “Lost & Found”, but we don’t actually house the Lost & Found. It’s another department that we take them to. Here’s the tricky part. That department closes at 5pm, and ours at 11pm. So when stuff comes to us within those 6 hours, it sits in our back room till the next morning. It is our policy to not hand anything to anybody that comes looking, due to some theft issues in the past. Especially when it comes to missing electronics. So graciously, when a teacher brings something, thinking of the student, I immediately say, “Can you wait in the room for 15 minutes incase the student comes back? Otherwise we can’t return any items. They’ll have to pick up the items in the morning from the other department.”
Usually a staff person is glad to wait around a few minutes. This time they weren’t. So they handed the goods over.
5 minutes later the owner shows up asking for their stuff. She’s heartbroken that I won’t hand over the goods. All I can say is “I’m sorry. It’s our policy NOT to return anything. The orders come from the head of our department, and each employeed has been instructed thoroughly to not hand back any items that enter the department.”
Of course, I get the bad looks, I’m the evil person who is holding her stuff from her. Yes, it’s true, but I wouldn’t have had to be that person if the teacher wasn’t so impatient, and I wouldn’t have to be that person if they understood why the policy was in place.
Sigh.
I hate being the bad guy. I really do.
Oh designing text for the internets. You kill me.
I loved my first comp for this assignment, but since getting shot down, I knew I had to change the design to better suit the desires of the instructor.
So here it is:
http://www.domaniquealicia.com/wdim328/wk4_hmwk/
I am creating a new portfolio design. The gylph is mayan, correlates to my birthdate. I still have to do some more meditation on it before I comprehend its full meaning, but I’m getting it.
It’s much more solid and stronger than the current site. I’m using greens as highlights in a mostly monochromatic site. I’m actually excited about this design. Whoot.
As of March 2009
I have been sick for the past few days. What a horror. It’s not the sick part that has gotten to me, it’s the falling out of all my previous habits that has struck the strongest. I stopped running, I stopped reading, I stopped doing homework, and I stopped doing freelance work. Things have piled up and I’m afraid to conquer that looming “inbox”.
Yesterday was my “swing back” from the deathly state to which I had previously been assigned. I was able to go to work; I spent a whole 5.5 hours there, mostly sitting in the back toying on my iPhone, err organizing product and backstock. And I was exhausted when it was all said and done. I came home, cooked some dinner, watched a movie and passed out for another 12 hours.
But I was finally on the upswing! I was hungry! And I ate a marvelous dinner. My first solid meal in what seemed to be days. My throat was itchy, craving something to scratch off that mucus membrane that had formed over the past three days. So I ate a glorious meal: veggie patties with cheese, two bowls of quinoa pasta with tomato, garlic, and spinach, and an overly-healthy helping of turkey. It was the best meal I’ve ever had. EVER.
So tonight I go to work again, only for a few three hours. And I will own those three hours.
Sick sick sick. Everyone around me seems to be getting sick. I’ve decided not to. I’m doing my yoga, drinking lots of water, taking Vitamin C, and writing on all of my water bottles “Dom is NOT getting Sick!!!”
@tea_and_crumpet tells me that he’s amazed that I’m not sick. Kelly from work tells me that she’s glad I’m affirming my well being, and Kel threatened to lick all of my water bottles. (She’s sick too).
So I’ve loaded up on an arsenal at home: echinaccia, Oscillococcium, oranges, vitamin c, and some LemSips.
I am not getting sick.
I am NOT getting sick!!!
So, I just found out that Mister Chill’R’s blog is no longer on the server that I installed it on. God damned people poking through databases that they’re not supposed to touch!
I am always amazed at the amount of stress that seems to convene in my life at the most inappropriate times. . . . Let me back up.
I am always amazed that ability for stressful events to compile within a small time span.
I know that we only suffer as much stress as we can handle, which is kind of odd to think about. Was I able to handle less or more amounts of stress a year ago? How about five years ago? How about the future? Do I have a pitcher that continues to grow exponentially, only to hold more stress, the older I get? Or is my capacity to hold stress like a balloon, shrinking and growing as it’s emptied and filled?
Yesterday was my last day of finals for this term. It has been an incredibly stressful summer for me, which ended, quite fittingly, in an explosion of tears and many hours of sleep last night.
In the past few months I’ve dealt with: 2 jobs going sour (one freelance and the other part-time), my partner of four years and I split up, I moved into my own studio (living alone for the first time), ending friendships, ending stories I’ve told myself and invested in for a while now, starting two new jobs (both part-time), learning two new coding languages, taking four classes, and all while studying Kabbala and working on myself.
So, listed out, it doesn’t seem like much: a handful of things spread out over 3 months, but in reality, these were all huge events that hit incredibly close to one another.
So it all exploded yesterday, crying for about an hour. I don’t even know what I was blubblering about. But I am so glad that I had someone there for me when it happened.
So this stress. Will it always come in waves? Or was I just hit with massive amounts in a single shot? How will I deal with it? How will it manifest? How can I better deal with it next time? And how can I be supportive of others in their times of need?
These are some big questions.
