Monday, July 30, 2007


Today at work was the first day in our new office. It was tiring and hectic, but not nearly as bad as I had feared. That was mostly due to the hard work of Brandon, our sweet shipping clerk, who worked his ass off getting the stockroom organized. I really like Brandon, and tomorrow is his last day with us, as he is moving to Boone to go to college there. He’s been attending college in Greensboro but a school in Boone (Appalachia State maybe?) is better suited for what he’s majoring in, so he is moving. He will be sorely missed. We haven’t gotten his replacement hired yet, but we do have several resumes, and will begin interviewing ASAP. We received two resumes from retirees looking to work part time, and I hope one of them ends up getting the job. At lunch I visited the nearby Farmer’s Market that I had mentioned before and got tomatoes, cucumbers, cantaloupe and corn. I also discovered a fabric store that I didn’t know existed until today, so I will be checking that out soon. I have started gathering supplies to take to work for my lunchtime art making, and here is what I've got together so far:

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I wont be starting my art lunches tomorrow because we are having a lunch in honor of Brandon, but Wednesday I will shut my office door and lose myself in the paint.


Anonymous said...

Hello! I found your blog at random, and I have to say job well done! Good for you for following your passion in art. (I love the vintage nude picture!) Anyhow, I am 32 years young, and it took me until I was almost 30 to find out what my heart and soul was meant to do; be a good wife and mom, but what feeds me inside is soapmaking.
I love it! Follow your dreams; even if those of us who follow our hearts may end up being money poor, our hearts and souls will be rich. Stop by my blog sometime if you get a chance. Again, good for you!

dawn said...

(so glad that you stopped by my blog, chandra!)
hope you are watching 'rock of love', too...
beautiful blog, girly.

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