Fitness

I finally threw down the money to get into the gym here in my apartment complex. I had been wary of doing so previously because 1) I never seem to have excess money to put towards my own well-being and 2) I thought there were no running machines in the joint. Thankfully, my concerns were very ill-concieved and now I am the proud owner of a shiny key that unlocks doors to fitness. Double-kudos is that this place has pretty much everything I need to do the fitness gig, and there is no monthly fee. Just the deposit I put down. Can I sweeten this pot any more??? ... no, not really.

I seem to have hit a wall in making my website. The css I'm using doesn't seem to really be doing what I want it to, and I have no idea why. I'm flipping through a building-websites-for-idiots type guide as the words appear on the screen through typing motions in the mean time. Worse comes to worse and I can't figure it out, I'll just have to have a friend go over it and hammer out the small detail I'm missing that will probably make everything look magically awesome.

Physical fitness: 1/10
Mental fitness: 2/10
Artistic fitness: 0/10

Trying to work up these scales. I have an artistic collaboration project going on that I've been sketching ideas for, but nothing is really sinking in for me. Maybe I'll figure something out after work today.

_Chaos

Reinvigorated

For the second time since graduating college, I had an in-person interview for a graphic design position just the other week. This lead to a phone interview, and high hopes and higher anticipation of getting said position. These hopes were then quickly smashed yesterday with a nicely worded e-mail essentially telling me my portfolio was crap and I didn't look to them like a graphic designer. That's reading between the lines.
Am I upset? Obviously. But I would be more upset if I didn't agree with them. In looking over my portfolio in an effort to find something of merit to really showcase my design skills, I didn't find a single piece that didn't have glaring errors. Nothing I have looks terribly professional. I remember thinking back to college that at some point I would go back and fix all these tiny errors in my work, in the framing of it, whatever. I haven't done a thing.
It's my own damn fault that I didn't get this job I coveted so highly. It's my fault that my artwork is shotty. It is my fault that I do not have professional caliber work.

So, I'm starting from scratch. Bare-bones, from the bottom up. New portfolio, new everything. I sit on my ass complaining about everything, doing the occassional comic or whatever, but I haven't taken it seriously in a long time. Life is the best educator, and the real world just slapped me across the face with an 'F' and a lesson. If I don't push through this, I'll be stuck in this job barely getting by for the rest of my life.

Genesis Redux.