Dollface longs for paradise while mired in New York City sewers. http://www.dollface.net The following was an email I sent to Adam yesterday toward the end of a very dumb day. This morning he urged me to post it as a blog because he apparently thought it was all very funny. I still fail to see humor in any of it but that's because people who step in shit generally don't laugh at the fact, it's the people across the street watching them hop on one foot looking at their shoe and the twisted grimace on their face that find the whole thing hilarious. That said, below is my suffering for your amusement, because I live to serve you all. http://www.dollface.net/replies.asp?index=509 It is the end of June and summer is just now coming to Portland. Its late arrival seems cruel and unfair to a girl like me whose wardrobe consists of 60% skirts and dresses and strappy sandals. But what's more is that it seems the late coming of summer is causing the birds to, all at once, go insane. There's a tree outback that I believe to be the Council of the Crows Headquarters. They gather in droves and spend long hours squawking and cawing over what no doubt are probably very important crow issues, like maybe they're all sick of the color black. With my kitchen window open the room fills with their arguments and I stand there and wonder why can't we all just get along, and Commodore sits in the sill and wonders just how many crows can he eat before he might explode. http://www.dollface.net/replies.asp?index=508 The last month has been a blur of hurried commuting and retail wisdom. Though I wasn't fully seeking out a new job, it seems as though it may have been seeking me, and at just the right time in life. Freshly thirty and discontent with work, I had been desiring something more, a place that had purpose, a place where I was valued and heard. And so the universe dipped its bulging fingers into its earthen pot, stirred things up a bit, and pulled out Swahili to place upon my lap. A retail business with the goal of raising awareness in how we do business with Africa. A member of the Fair Trade Federation, our products are all handmade with sustainable materials, a part of our profits go toward our Partners in African Prosperity programs, and the owner of Swahili actually takes part in the design process, working closely with the artisans in Africa to develop fresh contemporary home decor. So in short, our business takes part in supporting prosperity in multiple countries all over Africa. http://www.dollface.net/replies.asp?index=507 Forgive me for my absence. I'm currently working two jobs and it looks as though my next day off will be June 22nd. Yeah, I wish I was kidding. http://www.dollface.net/replies.asp?index=506 The past month has been a blur of quiet and frowns. After some internal debate I decided that I was unfulfilled at work and considering I'm scheduled mostly for nights and weekends I feel as though I don't get enough time with the husband. If you can believe it, I'm spending too much time alone, and I'm bored with it. The ultimate loner that I am, I myself found this rather surprising. So, despite the efforts we made for me to keep my job, the job that I wanted to keep was unfortunately lost anyways. The amount of hours, the store, the people, the level of involvement, it had all changed and instead of feeling like an asset I began to feel like a cog. http://www.dollface.net/replies.asp?index=505