moda vivendi

I'm just talking to myself. We do that sometimes, me and myself.

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Obligatory New Year’s post

While there are days that I absolutely want to rip my hair out and run screaming from work (on Christmas Eve, I came home and cracked open a beer before I had my coat off), there are days that make it worth it.  Today, for example, we had a conversation with a guest about eReaders and books for a good 15 minutes while her nail polish dried.  Call me psycho, but I actually want to be her friend.

A little while later, I answered the phone and had to tell someone that we couldn’t schedule their chosen appointments on a specific day because we’re not open on said day.  I was bracing myself for the certain disappointment that I would hear, but instead received a “That’s not a problem, I’ll call back later.  Have a Happy New Year.”  And here I thought that “Holiday Cheer” had once again been trumped by princess complexes.

I don’t know why, but I’m always surprised when I encounter friendly people where I work.  Well, I do know why, but that’s another post for a day when I’m feeling more disgruntled.

My point is…Happy New Year.  Enjoy the people in you’re life that you’re glad to have there and get rid of the trash, metaphorically speaking, of course.


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May I help you?

I usually try not to complain excessively about my job, because it’s a job.  And I kinda like it and would truly hate it if my ramblings caused me to be terminated a la Starbucks Guy.  That being said….

  • Please don’t jump down my throat because I asked what your name is.  We need to include a name with every transaction; I’m not being nebby, I’m just doing my job.  Also, I thank everyone when they purchase something, so please do not question why I am thanking you.  It is common courtesy, sir.  I could have said, “Thanks for giving us money,” instead of “I’m glad you came in today.”  Which would you prefer, hmm?
  • Please, listen to the people explaining stuff to you.  I said very clearly, “Please put your clothes in the provided garment bag.” Do not just leave them laying around the changing room like you are the only person who has access to said room.  Especially if you choose to disrobe entirely.  Because then I need to put everything (yes, everything) into your garment bag.  Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t relish bagging someone else’s “unmentionables.”
  • In that same vein, I pointed across the hall and said, “Have a seat across the hall when you’re ready.”  Kindly look and listen to where I am guiding you.  That way you aren’t wandering around, asking people where to sit.

To play devil’s advocate with myself, perhaps I am not making myself clear.  Or I am speaking too quickly for certain people to process the information that’s presented to them.  But the other 9 out of 10 people caught my drift.  Seeing as how there is a majority, I’m thinking I’m making myself understood after all.

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Awkward and Awesome “I’m Back” Thursday


  • I haven’t posted in forever.
  • Writing cover letters and follow-up emails.  I just want to say “Hi, please hire me.  I’m a good worker.  See, here’s my resume, look at all the awesome stuff I’ve done.”
  • New Year’s Eve is in two days and I have yet to find something, anything, to do.  I’ve gotten a few, “I’m not sure yet”s, which just means, “I’ll text you if nothing better comes along.”  No thanks.  I need new friends.


  • My nook.  I named her “Anna Kareninook.”  Get it?
  • Pens versus the Flyers tonight.  Bam.

That’s about it.

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100th post awkward and awesome


  • Gift card sales at work.  In the words of my boss, “Let the stupid questions begin.”  Ma’am, we have a website for a I don’t have to describe every single service, plus prices, twice, for every customer that calls.
  • In that same vein, I’m going to hit the next person that says, “My gift card expired but can I still use it?”  Technically, we can’t enforce expiration dates.  I say we either enforce them or get rid of them, because it confuses people.  Also, if I say, “It’s fine, you can go ahead and use it,” I mean it.  I’m not Ashton Kutcher, I’m not punking you, it isn’t a joke.
  • This is a very pathetic awkward/awesome Thursday.


  • This is my 100th post.  Woo.  Go me.
  • In two days I officially am a graduate.  So, uh, what’s next?

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I’m kind of a big deal…

No, I’m not.  But today was definitely a big deal to me.  At 12:07 PM I left my last class as an undergrad.  Ever.  And it was damn-near the perfect day of classes.  Group project stuff was getting done on schedule.  My summer-turned-real-for-now-job boss sent me the best text today.. It just felt right all day.

Everyone asks me if it’s “hit” me yet.  And honestly, it hasn’t.  Even when I bought my cap and gown yesterday (polyester and still wrinkly but I can’t iron it.  Because it will melt.  That’s what the dude at the store told me!)  Even when I left my classes today.  Even as I’m staying in the Ad Lab until 3:30 AM working on projects and finishing papers.

It might hit me on Monday when my advertising group turns in our final final final project, neatly bound and amazing-looking, thanks to the InDesign Layout Wonder Guru Extraordinaire in our group.  It might hit me when I say good bye to the people I’ve seen almost every day for the last 16 weeks and instead see them once every…month…or so.

No big Quarter-Life crisis, no freaking out because I still haven’t been hired by an ad agency yet, surprisingly no stress (aside from how I’m going to fit all my shoes in my car for my return voyage home).

Maybe for once, I’m just naturally moving along as the universe and society tell me to and accepting it as it’s coming. Because I know it’s coming and I’m ready.

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The awkward/awesome post where I only talk about advertising


  • I was in a computer lab for 11 hours yesterday and we didn’t leave until 1am.  Yes, that’s A. M. I’m willing to bet that it’ll happen again at our group meeting tonight.
  • It rained and then it snowed yesterday.  And while I was wearing boots, it seeped in, so my feet were soaked for a good chunk of the day, including most of the 11 hours in a computer lab.
  • I bought my cap and gown today (finally, oops).  It’s awkward because it’s finally happening.


  • Semester-long group project is finally (finally!!) very near to being entirely written and almost put together.
  • I’m finally learning how to use InDesign (layout softward that I kinda should know how to use if I want to go into copy writing and design) thanks to a very patient group member.  I’m not as tech-savvy as I thought.

And very sad:

  • I had my last after-ad-class lunch with Rachel (AKA: my barista friend) today.  It’s been a Tues/Thurs tradition all semester.  I honestly don’t think I can make ads without her.  We’re at that stage where she says, “Hey, Ange, remember that guy for the one section..” and I know exactly what she means, what day we talked about it, and where in the paper it needs to go, all before she finishes the sentence, so she doesn’t finish the sentence.  I think most of our communicating is done in fragments.

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Rockstar parking

This weekend, I had to go to the Dollar Store to buy legal pads for a presentation for my advertising class tomorrow.  We’re treating our prof as if she’s the “client” and accommodating her as such: legal pad, name placard, bottle of water, choice of blue or black pen..can’tcha tell that the majority of our group is Type A with the pen options.  I didn’t want to spend $4 at the school bookstore on a legal pad (we’re spending a nice chunk of change printing our final project and binding it like a plans book at Staples, so other corners had to be cut), I chose the Dollar Store.  To get to the Dollar Store, however, one needs to drive.

And lucky for me, “He of We” (AKA my father, yes he has his own blog too) allowed me to move my car up here for my last two weeks of school.

Problem is, parking is at a premium around here.  At first when I parked it, I came back from a venture to Best Buy and had to park in the boonies.  Now, I don’t have a problem with walking and I’m grateful to have a car here, so I’m not nit-picky about where it’s parked, but it’s cold and it’s nice to park semi-close, if a space is available.  When B and I came back from a trip to Target/Starbucks (affectionately known as “Starget,” pronounced “Star-jhey”), we found it.  The mother of all parking: Rockstar Parking.

Rockstar Parking, credit to “She of We,” is any parking that is, well, fit for a rockstar.  The space next to the handicap spot at the mall during the Christmas crush?  Rockstar.  Not having to trek the whole way across the parking lot at Sam’s Club?  Not quite rockstar, but depending on the day and time, it could apply.  Sunday morning around 10:30, possible rockstar qualifications.  Double points if a spot was just waiting for you to get there, as opposed to you waiting for someone else to vacate said spot.

And I had this spot.  B and I have a two-year-practiced parking exercise.  The passenger has eyes on a swivel, scouting out all the lanes of Lot 83 while the driver creeps down the center of the lot.  We saw this one immediately to the right when we pulled in.  In fact, we just about jumped out of our skin and at the same time screamed the universal “I found parking!!!” alert, AKA screeching “THERE!!” and bouncing up and down (or as much bouncing as one can do with a seat belt on).

Best part is, when I left said Rockstar spot on Saturday morning to go to the Dollar Store, this spot was waiting for me when I got back.  Waiting for me.  Like my car was meant to be there the whole time.  Bam.