Since no one reads this blog, I'm sure I wasn't missed. But it was a rough couple of months.

The job(s)
So my contract at Baseline Development Group (BDG) ended on April 7. I knew it was coming, but contract work still sucks. Specifically because I'm trying to sell myself as a designer, yet I don't have a strong design portfolio or even an online portfolio. I've recently accepted that I just am going to have to settle for being a production monkey for awhile. I'm actually kind of ok with that. Production people are way more intelligent and, unlike most designers, aren't hung up on how awesome they think they are.

So I took a few days off before beginning my job hunt, hung out with some friends I haven't seen in forever and picked up more shifts at P F Chang's so Sean and I would still have money for food. Having all this extra time should have meant my running benefited, but that would be a lie. Sleep benefited. Sleep benefited a lot actually.

Right after I landed my next job at Houghton Mifflin (8 month contract - SCORE!), I found out that BDG folded. What happened the last few weeks at BDG deserves its own post, but I'm just going to say that shit went down. And badly. Most people are shocked when I tell the story of BDG's final week. Personally, I'm not sure how I feel about BDG closing its doors. Well, that's a lie. I'm upset. BDG is where I got my first real co-op job at Northeastern, and though I was never there as an 'employee,' I kind of was. I had my spot in production, almost everyone who had been there for more than a month knew who I was, not to say that I was totally popular or everyone's favorite, but people knew I was a solid investment. Not to mention I met most of my current friends there as well as my Captain.

The invitations
My sister is getting married in June. YAY! But, that also meant I was unacceptably late in sending off her invitations. I had to get it done by April 30th. I already had the design, the wording, and knew exactly what I needed to do. I just had to gather the materials and assemble it. Thankfully, Mom was addressing the invitations.

I had ZERO clue how long it was going to take for me to do these invitations. I basically ignored Sean for a week, sat down in front of the TV and my huge coffee table and printed, cut, punched, tied, stacked, and sealed 171 stupid invitations. It took every second of my free time to get it done by the deadline. The only thing that got me through it was the Resident Evil movies. Seriously. I must have watched each of those movies 4 times. Now I'm completely sick of them and couldn't sit down and watched it if you forced me to, but at the time that's all I wanted to watch.

So to sum up: ignoring your husband + evil zombies = beautiful invitations.

The training
It didn't happen. I gained all the weight back I had lost in my last few weeks at BDG when I was really eating healthy and running and doing pilates all the time, which I totally meant to write a post about, but I got too busy.

I think this post shall be a 2-part-er. For now, I'm off to Cottonwood Cafe to have a farewell party for BDG.