then he said my children's book is made of gold, and this is what I'm supposed to be doing.
OK, that's what I saw, at first, from the whole post, because yay.
And in more to-the-point mode:
he's been...seething at me for being disorganized (which is fair, I have a lot on my plate, and should have shifted some things off of it to care for the symposium) but yelling at me in front of clients, that's an example of how bad it his gotten.
I have no idea what kind of person he is, but - is he interested at all in trying to help you do your job better, for what may obviously be best for him, as well? Do you have a person to work *with* on all the stuff that's on your plate (and, goodness, arranging a symposium is so much work!).
Does he realize you get to do things for the very first time, and therefore you have to learn as you go? Will it make a difference if he realizes that?
And, yeah - telling at you (at all, let alone in front of clients) is not a good relationship for either of you. If this isn't working, then there's no use in pushing through just for the sake of pushing through, while you (you know what? the both of you, not just personally you) don't manage to get what you want and need from this job situation.
Sigh. I'm not sure I'm phrasing myself properly. It's after 2am, and there's no graph to attach to these words to reference.
[Edit: I knew I'd forget something: good luck on the meeting Monday. I hope - and believe, and yeah, it's easy from afar, but still - that the result will be good for you, whichever way it may turn. Also, I hope the rest of your Sunday will be as peaceful and relaxed as possible.]
One thing that makes me laugh about myself, but also sort of makes me cringe in embarrassment was that as a young person, I had no idea that there were cosmetics or perfumes that weren't "drugstore" brands. I honestly thought that the epitome of being wealthy would be if you bought L'Oreal rather than Wet n Wild.
Yeah, that one baffled me too. Or, I remember once in university talking to a girl about making homemade spaghetti sauce, and she was like, "Oh I love making that junky pasta sauce, with canned tomatoes."
A)It never occurred to me to make sauce with real tomatoes because they were so expensive,
B)Growing up, all our pasta sauce came from a jar, so this was a big step up.
I hung out with some wealthy kids in my first couple of years of university. I once stayed with friend's family's in Toronto. They weren't terribly rich, but def. upper class WASPs. They decided as a treat to take me to their "club" for lunch. It wasn't so bad, but I had to change to go for lunch, because ladies weren't admitted in pants or shorts. I was totally baffled and terrified. And I grew up in a world without thank you cards and hostess gifts, so I was totally ignorant of those things in university. They must have thought I was terribly rude, but I just didn't know.
(Also, why shouldn't I hang pictures up high? What qualifies as "high"?)
I think it's the idea of hanging pictures not at eyelevel, but right at the top of the wall.
Like, right below the junction of wall and ceiling? Where crown molding goes in houses that are on Trading Spaces, et al.?
Like, right below the junction of wall and ceiling? Where crown molding goes in houses that are on Trading Spaces, et al.?
Yep. I've been in many house were all the pics were lined along the top of the wall. I am trying to find an example and Google image search is not helping.
Allyson, I hear you about the history and the relationship and etc., but definitely start looking. That job is not good for you anymore. It takes more than 9 weeks to get a new job almost all of the time, anyway. And just think about all the new stuff you've been doing that you can sell to a new employer!
I hung out with some wealthy kids in my first couple of years of university. I once stayed with friend's family's in Toronto. They weren't terribly rich, but def. upper class WASPs.
I totally thought I was going to be friends with people like that when I went to college, but no! They were there, but somehow my group of friends who gravitated to one another were all on the normal side. My family was on the higher end of the middle class, but even that is more about education than money. But anyway, none of us had clubs, and all of us had jobs.
Like, right below the junction of wall and ceiling? Where crown molding goes in houses that are on Trading Spaces, et al.?
Yep. I've been in many house were all the pics were lined along the top of the wall.
Huh. That would ping me as "wrong," but not because I'm all full of class and such, but because of the proportions of empty wall:pictures.
Yep. I've been in many house were all the pics were lined along the top of the wall. I am trying to find an example and Google image search is not helping.
I really have never seen this. Despite being poor, though, my family is artistic, and I think we tended to hand things in artisitically pleasing groups just out of instinct, even though most of our "art" was stuff my mom or I painted or drew. I am actually trying to make my mom give me this set of unfinished hooked rugs she made where she made everyone in our family do a drawing, and then she hooked the rugs. I want to sew them together and make one giant rug.
I totally thought I was going to be friends with people like that when I went to college, but no!
By third year I hung around only two of them (surprisingly, one that seemed snottiest when I first met them all.) I never really fit in, but my 1st year roommate was superrich, popular, and we got along well, so I ended up hanging out with all these rich people, and having opinions on the snooty private schools in Canada. Which is totally bizarre to think of now. I don't know what I was thinking. I also had friends were kind of arty freaks, so it was definitely a strange time, but I think it taught me not to be too judgemental of people because of money, looks, and if they went to a crappy private school like Ridley.
If you don't hang your pictures at eye level, Sherlock Holmes will think there's something wrong with you.
