My grandpa passed away Thursday evening. It's been hard. Grandma has a hard time taking care of stuff, so my folks have been with her 24/7. We were the closest family. The rest won't be here till Monday and Tuesday, for the services.
Grandpa was the greatest. He was an flight engineer on the B24's in WWII, based out of England. He moved her with Grandma from Nebraska. They owned about 100 acres on the edge of town, where they had a farm, until they moved into Longview about 15 years ago. He worked as an electrician for Bonneville. And he loved nature. He had a very innovated way of growing apples, years ahead of his time. He had a mini orchard in his backyard that gained a lot of fame. He would read us Calvin and Hobbes comics, and we'd watch old back and white comedies with him. He loved his memories and stories from his past.
Grandpa had a solid faith. We prayed with him the night before he died. I learned a lot from him, and my love for God is intertwined in his. I feel peace, knowing he's with his Savior now, where there is no pain or as dad says "no weeping."
10/25/08
10/22/08
Crits
I got my "60 day review" from work the other night. About 30 days overdue.
Critique, they call it.
Weird. I've never been critqued outside the area of my art. It was a personal critique about my personality and my work ethic, etc.
It's taken me days to get over. It was super harsh, saying I often leave the customer think for themselves (oooh, very bad), have come to work flustered and tired on several occasions, and compromise confidence when I don't have the answer.
Well. I took it all without saying a word.
I know a few things to be true. I can't "snap out of it" as soon as I hit the door and leave my personal life on the other side. I'm a human being. A super human being at the moment, taking a full class load and work and maintaining art and life. Also, I HATE being in sales. I have only recently given up trying to tell myself otherwise. You can't always fake an answer.
But, I think I'll try to groom myself up, iron my clothes, and put on some cheezy goodness next week. And be push aggressive. Maybe go to the other end of the spectrum, and hopefully they'll land me in a nice compromise.
Critique, they call it.
Weird. I've never been critqued outside the area of my art. It was a personal critique about my personality and my work ethic, etc.
It's taken me days to get over. It was super harsh, saying I often leave the customer think for themselves (oooh, very bad), have come to work flustered and tired on several occasions, and compromise confidence when I don't have the answer.
Well. I took it all without saying a word.
I know a few things to be true. I can't "snap out of it" as soon as I hit the door and leave my personal life on the other side. I'm a human being. A super human being at the moment, taking a full class load and work and maintaining art and life. Also, I HATE being in sales. I have only recently given up trying to tell myself otherwise. You can't always fake an answer.
But, I think I'll try to groom myself up, iron my clothes, and put on some cheezy goodness next week. And be push aggressive. Maybe go to the other end of the spectrum, and hopefully they'll land me in a nice compromise.
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