Cat’s in the bag(s).

So this is the result of all of my packaging efforts last night. I also managed to squeak out a couple of pendants! These will be on my website once I have a change to get a photo that isn’t on my cutting mat.

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Store Officially Open!

So, it’s been a month of attempting to design a useable but simple website for selling my stuff and it’s finally done. It still needs tweaks but the store works, and it has the option of Stripe or PayPal. Feeling accomplished and ready to go back to making things to add to it!

Accessories and Art for the Strange at Heart.

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I WILL Finish the Book.

I’ve been working on a book since spring. I feel like a million things derailed me this summer/fall, including other creative endeavours, but I’m getting my thoughts organized to go back and edit the third to half book I have so far. I feel like I run out of time by the time I get the things done that I need to do in a day. I wonder if we can petition for some extra hours in a day? No? Damn.

Anyway, here’s a very small excerpt:

Jules realized that in the last year, the majority of her socializing was with her little feline.  She spent more time with Joey lately, but overall she had been a bit reclusive the last couple of years or so and especially early this year.  It wasn’t intentional, she just found herself preferring binge watching subscription television services to

being around people. As a result, she rarely came across a spoiler on social media.  Besides, social media was too full of “fake news” these days.

“Loki, wherever you are right now, if you can do anything about the state of politics here, please do.”

     Loki chuckled to himself.  Little did the naive mortal know, gods had no say in things like this. They long ago resigned themselves to staying out of politics, religious wars had snuffed out enough of their followers to cause many gods to be forgotten.

     Politics in its current state was off-limits.  Besides, there were even deities who said “I don’t know, let’s see how he does!”  Then there were those who didn’t want to see how he did because they could predict it already.

Loki facepalmed and laughed when he heard Odin yelling “YOU’RE FIRED!” in a convincing impersonation of Trump’s voice.  Odin was not going to be on a Saturday night skit show anytime soon.  He was still on the outs with one of the writers for stealing his ideas and not attributing credit.  Though, to be fair, crediting a Norse god for your skit writing was likely to land you in a psych ward in this day and age. People just didn’t believe anymore.

     Loki had built himself a pretty large, and at times fearsome reputation, which he occasionally earned.  It wasn’t always all fire and underpants pranks.  Loki had a soft spot for free-thinkers and jokers, he saw a little of himself in them.  He was never the type to just show up and arbitrarily set fire to someone’s hair, but he liked having that

reputation because it gave him power.  It didn’t necessarily turn people into worshippers, but it often kept them from wasting his time, and time to Loki was everything.  

     He liked being his own god, not having hierarchy to obey. This was the one thing about the ever-increasing godless world that was developing, people didn’t need to see a chain of command in charge of them, they were satisfied with having this at their jobs.  

     For some reason though, they complained more about a hierarchy of humans than they did about a hierarchy of gods.  If only they realized gods could be just as petty as humans.  Worse, even. If humans thought water cooler talk was bad on earth, it was nothing compared to the rumour-mongering that went on in Asgard.  So much tea was spilled, it was like Griffin’s Wharf in 1773. 

©Lisa Patric 2018

Cubicle Life

I’m beginning to realize that though I actually like my job, I need something more. I mean, obviously that’s why I pursue artistic endeavours – to fill in the holes that repetition cause.

I’m not averse to a day job, I don’t mind working. I just want to be filling more of those paid hours with things I love. One thing that spending so much time sculpting this week has instilled in me is that I’m more than just a wage cog.

It is up to me to pursue this. Nobody can make it happen for me. Now, to put it into action each day and see it actually happen instead of just dreaming it.

Excited. Terrified. We shall see what tomorrow brings.

Three, Two, One, and… Go

Today I finally get my studio space set up the way I want to.  We have had the space to do this for some time, but we have not had the time for me to go up and organize my piles of art supplies I have now filled a dresser with.

This means I will now have a stationary place to go and create, and that I can walk away and not leave a giant mess in my living space (this keeps me from doing a lot of things, honestly).  I can set up my iPad and watch….okay, listen to Netflix while I sculpt, draw and paint.  It means I can finally start building up stock (I even have a baker’s shelf for that!) and have some things to sell on my store.

Most importantly, it means I can start making the ideas I have instead of thinking about how awesome they would be.  I can start making custom clothing for myself again as well, as this is my sewing space too.  This is a good weekend.

Coffee Wench to Tech Wench

You know, it’s coming up on the year anniversary of the day that I said “no more” and walked away. It was a long time coming, and it took lots of job applications and a couple of job interviews before something better came up. I have only ever walked away from two jobs in my life partway through my shift, and in both instances I was dealing with workplace bullying on a heavy level. Not from coworkers, in fact those people were cool, but from a manager in both cases.
This most recent time, I was going to try and work my two weeks despite the shitty treatment from most of the managers in the place, but I made myself a promise. Once I knew I started another job the following Monday, I decided that if I was given the job I always got stuck with – sometimes every shift I worked in a week – I was leaving. Sure enough, I was told I was doing front counter (which I didn’t mind if it wasn’t every single day, but it was a terrible job, which was also accompanied with terrible treatment). I had multiple anxiety attacks in the back of that store from being shrieked at and treated like I was an idiot for not being able to be in two places at once.
My manager was nowhere to be found when I came in that morning, the board had no designated jobs written on it, so I grabbed and counted my till and took it to the drive-thru since the person who was there was waiting to be relieved. My coworker said she wanted the front counter so we decided on our own where we would work. Then the manager came back in and decided she needed to put us in our places (THERE’LL BE NO FREE THINKING IN MY STORE!) and switched us. It sparked a thought in my head and an opportunity to show her that not everyone would put up with her horrendous bullshit.  I put my till into the cash register, I calmly walked to the back with a smile on my face and I got my coat and walked out the back door without looking back. As I was crossing the parking lot, my phone started going off, the store calling (well, the manager) of course. I didn’t answer, in fact I finally answered just long enough to hang up.
I am not understating when I say “horrendous”, I am not overstating in the least. To let you understand, this was the person we all had to answer to, yet she would forget to order coffee (yes, coffee), show people her glam photos while working, constantly talk shit about old employees and current after stalking their Facebook.  One instant she would be acting like your best friend, the next she would call you names, scream and yell, and just act like a temperamental child.  She would say things like “I’m feeling bitchy today” and laugh at how much she was abusing people.  I once heard her say that because she has no kids yet – despite trying – and it was almost Christmas, she was being mean.  The people who actually had kids at home got a blue streak talked about them.  In short, she should never have been a manager and I had the displeasure of dealing with her for six months of my life.
Several coworkers relayed stories to me about how she said she was going to withhold my pay check etc – which, if she is a manager has to know that is illegal, but you can’t fix stupid. I started training at Concentrix the following Monday and my life has been far less stressful since.  It seems like in most workplaces, people just take the abuse because they think they have to in order to keep a job, and it’s rampant in food service.  Well, I’m here to tell you that after 25 years working food service jobs, if I can suddenly switch lanes, so can anyone.  Every job has its ups and downs, I mean tech support requires specific training and at first I felt like I couldn’t cut it.  Here I am though, working 40 hours minimum every week (I can work a ridiculous amount of overtime if I ever want to plug away some extra cash), I’m getting a dollar over the new minimum wage, and I have a TL who never yells at me, mostly because he’s a laid back, nice person – also because he is professional.  This is the first workplace where I don’t see any of those lines being crossed without it being dealt with.  We have employee appreciation day where when you walk into the lunchroom there might be hot dogs, or cup noodles, or ice cream just because the bosses felt we should have something that day.
The message here is – to you people dealing with bosses who think that kicking you around is their right, or who make your life at work anxiety-filled, there are other jobs out there.  Better jobs.  Better paying jobs.  Don’t think for a second that because some loser got themselves promoted in the position of chief bully that you can’t do anything about it.   Sometimes it’s hard to get people like that fired, especially if they are friends with everyone who hired them, but you can control where you choose to work.  Don’t let habit and a false sense of security make you stay somewhere you’re being shit on, because you can do better.  You can all do better.