a hot cuppa Joe?

I just wanted to check in. Last week I was in a bit of distress. There were a few setbacks… in addition to the coffeemaker breaking (and I was sure they would not replace it), a voiceover marketing training session that I was enrolled in (phone-in only, thank goodness) had a scheduling snafu, so when I called in, I was an hour late for the wrong class. I also got word on NOT getting another job I’d interviewed for. Plus everyone was at Starwood. Everyone but me.

Things are slightly better. I did finally get through to the fine people (just one woman, actually) at the Cuisinart parts and warranty place and she assured me that a brand new, better than ever replacement would be on its way.

My training session was last night, and it was terrific. And I have overcome the first obstacle… we were told that it is key to get a look, and get CD labels (with jackets and spines and everything) and postcards and business cards, all with that same look. Having spent the last seven years in advertising, I totally get it about branding; having a look. And even if I were to go with something incredibly generic looking, I still need it all laid out to the right specs for all these components. Well, today a friend from the business offered to design a logo and a look and lay it all out for me. This is a huge gift.

Talked to Joe last night, just coming home from Starwood. He may visit next weekend; that is still tbd. He commented all the f— over the last three-ish weeks worth of my blogs last night! But talking to him… I haven’t been talking too much (or writing too much) about how bad and scary it is here, with no job. And as my speech is speeding up as I’m trying to explain he says, You don’t have to explain. I know you, Roberta. Which melted me. Despite whatever it is we did not have together, we did have an awful lot… of intimacy, of knowing each other and trusting each other, and sure, maybe this is all a setback for me, but Joe still rattles my insides a little, and sometimes the rattling is a good thing.

And I am actually remarkably content with not having been at Starwood. It would just have been wrong for me to go… too irresponsible. As I said to Joe last night, it would have been… (and how is this for a song title?)… Tainted Bliss.

And just now, just this minute, I sat down here at the computer with a perfect cup of coffee. Which has somehow become my new symbol of hope and wellness.

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