#insidejob

My second book layout assignment this year came as somewhat of a surprise. I knew my brother-in-law was working on writing a book, but I had no idea where we was in the process or what the book was even about. So, when I got a text from him asking me to design a cover I was a bit taken back. 

With my job schedule picking up momentum, I was a bit hesitant to commit to anything. Nevertheless, after getting a general idea of what the book was about, I did a quick sketch of the first idea that came to mind. Well, it seemed my one thought was enough, as he liked it better than any other conceptual designs he had seen.

On October 3^rd I joined the journey to make #insidejob a printed reality. That one initial sketch led to other interior designs as well as the layout.

His book launch came at rapid pass, with plenty of hurdles to figure out how to jump along the way. Getting it in hand was down to the wire, but all in all I think he had a successful event. And for me, another huge learning curve is yet to come: Getting #insidejob ready for electronic viewing as an ebook. I have high hopes that the process will be as simple as it appears to be.

Humble Pie

It seems that having been working at Hobby Lobby for over two months now, I still have the ability to walk home at the end of the day feeling like a complete idiot. I walk into work each shift thinking I am a clever, well educated, quick learner who is getting the hang of it; that I will remember what is needed when a customer places a piece of needleart in front of me, that I will remember that spacers are needed when a piece of art has no mat; but I don’t. Instead, I walk in to find that I forgot to shut the compressor off the night before when I closed or that I didn’t fill out one of the forms correctly or I forgot to make a note about using photo corners verse tape.

You might think I am being hard on myself. It is true that I am getting better. It is also true that my experiences of ignorance have come in handy in empathizing with Aletheia when she comes home from her new part-time job feeling the exact way I have felt time and time again. So now, we come home comparing notes and stories, wondering if we will make it though a workday without making any mistakes. Instead it seems everyday contains a least one piece of humble pie, a tough flavor to acquired a taste to but essential none the less.