working it

so i got the job.

I KNOW!!

ug it is soooooo amazing.

so this is how it goes.

a couple friday's ago i'm on craigslist checkin' out the job posts, i'm about to sign off, and i refresh the page once more, and this ad pops up for a "B2B Customer Service/Marketing Assistant," and i think to myself, "ug another scam, but what the hell."

wrong. it was all legit.

I now work for an amazing, young, and beautiful business woman here in austin. she started her own import company here about 4 years ago. she imports high end, european, designer clothing and accessories. we're talking high end high end, like marc jacobs, diane von furstenberg, versace, gucci, prada, high end. for reals reals.

in all she imports 5 designers from all over europe and the products are amazing (like one designer is growing incredibly fast here in the states, and his men's stuff is fucking AMAZING. very UK and ahead of the US men's fashion by about 5 years, but amazing, and i can't fucking wait till i can start buying the stuff myself and being the only one who knows about this guy and wearing his stuff).

in all i do everything she does and help her with the enormous work load she deals with (that she's been dealing with on her own for a long while now, on top of a husband, and year and a half old daughter) and it's been nothing but fun times and good work.

in all i manage several designer websites, i take, place, process, and ship orders for boutiques all over the world, i put together press kits to send out to mags like vogue, elle, and allure, i handle customers, communicate with the designers, manage press appearances for the designers, and all this on a part time basis for now. i also do my ebay stuff and work for the bf as well, still.

but come the beginning of the year is when the fun starts. she's buying a piece of incredibly cool commercial property in the trendy part of the east side, and opening her own store, that i, if things go well, will be working at with her ("two desks, one for you one for me, and then maybe a small one in back for an intern") and the front will be the space were she sells whatevers left. and THEN i'll also be going to tradeshows for her... that's right kids... i'll be in New York January 5-10, then in February i'm headed to Las Vegas the 13-16, back in austin for a day, then back and out to NY the 18-23.

I KNOW I ABOUT WET MYSELF THE DAY SHE TOLD ME!

and that's just for january and february, and only the ones we've agreed to go to thus far.

it's all in all, AMAZING. i fucking love it. every day i work with her, i wake up in a great mood and am excited about going to work.

it's incredible, i knew this job was mine that friday night i read her post. i felt it. strange as that sounds, i just knew that i had been tailor made for this job. all my work experience, the salon, the computer jobs, the retail jobs, all of em made me ready for this.

and i couldn't be happier.

ho'in it on ebay

yo yo yo, i'm a ho'in it on ebay again. check it out.

http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZabuyersclosetQQhtZ-1

that is all.

(sorry for the bad post, i've been sick all week, and this is as creative as i can be for now.)

chapters

i told my therapist about my situation a few months ago, the day after i decided to end a friendship with a friend.

it was amazing how much she told me i had the right to feel justified about. for instance, having done so much and not feeling appreciated, thanked, or compensated, i was told that i should have always made a stipulation to following through on any favor. i have taken that to heart.

that when i do something for someone, the logical thing would be to want to feel appreciated for it, and to not feel that appreciation does indeed warrant feeling used or taken advantage of. i have taken that to heart.

to have someone who is supposed to be a close friend degrade you in anyway that makes you feel bad about yourself is not really a friend. it's a form of verbal abuse and to feel angry or resentful about it is also justified. i have taken that to heart.

so yes, ladies and gentlemen, therapy has done me well.

anonymous, where's your testicular fortitude

if you know family guy you got the title.

in other news.

earlier this year, i got this comment:

Anonymous said...
can't help but laugh...but then again you always made me laugh. Haven't talked to you in over two years, well since that day I drove away in the black suv. Glad you are still the same. However me...not so much.
I will never forget...

Where are you? Don't I deserve more than a random message left on my blog? I would *think* i deserve more. How did you find this anyways? Email me, you know it or you can get it from here. We need to talk.

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and to the comment from a august: i didn't start slinging shit online first. watch your back. i'm a bigger bitch than you'll ever be. nuff said. and no. i don't want to hear it from you or what you think.

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and to brianna..... WOO HOO VACAY!!! ooh girl wait till you get here. we gonna have some fun :) . Brown bar you say? Cigars you say? Brown Bar Cosmos you say? My my my you do know how to talk sweet whispers to this fag don't you? ;)

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i interviewed for this incredible job. if i get it i'll report back here for the juicy tidbits. lets just say i LOVE project runway.