leighalta

Hello All,

I decided to cut my hair off again, because it's ballz hot outside and it's easy to manage.

My summer has gone from being laid off from my job due to this suck ass economy, searching for an internship and not hearing back from anyone, and being treated like a lab rat with all these tests that docs have been ordering me to take to......------------------

Today I had two interviews in the city...one with INKED Magazine and the other with REDBOOK Magazine. The interviews went really well. They both liked my portfolio's and offered me an internship. There were good and bad things about both of these companies. INKED is super laid back, I get to wear what I want, I get to be around others that share the same passion I do for body art, My supervisors seem really down to earth and awesome, and they are super flexible with school. However, there isn't always work to do, they share an office with three other magazines and it's super cramped in there. REDBOOK, is part of a huge corporation...(which looks really good in the long run). It is a longer commitment and requires more hours out of me a week. My supervisor seems nice as well. I was picturing THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA but it didn't seem like that at all. It will give me more experience but it's not as flexible with school.

I have a completely irrational phobia about elevators. INKED is on the 10th floor of an old building and REDBOOK is on the 22nd floor of a massive, new building. I seriously felt like I was going to hyperventilate in the elevator on the way up to both interviews. I don't know how to get over this fear. I really think I would die if I got stuck in one of them.

Anyhoo, on my way back from the train...heading home, sweating like a freakin pig...I decided to stop at my favorite coffee shop. I was carrying my 20 pound portfolio...I dropped the fucking thing on the ground....when some sweet lady stopped to help me pick up my pics off the filthy ground. It just so happens that this woman is a major photo-retoucher for crazy magazines world wide. She was impressed by my work and gave me her card. She told me to give her a call, and perhaps she can help me out with a jobby job. The world works in mysterious ways folks. Who knows if any of this shit is gonna work out....but at least I got off my ass and did something about it.

So seriously,
I really need help with this elevator thing....ANY ADVICE???

By the way...I hate the word TWITTER soooooo much.


I love poladroid though...