A job

So work is killing me at the moment. It's amazing how much one can love a job and at the same time be tearing their hair out because of it.

As many people know this cupcake is a graphic designer. I work in house for a small publishing company doing the design work and layouts for a couple of magazines. It is basically the grown up job I want to be doing when I, well, grow up I guess.

At this very moment I am sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen trying like hell to make a quarter page ad fit in when there is no space for it. I am relatively certain that this job may land me in a nice, warm, padded white room.

I have a sticker on my monitor, well it's a post it really, and it has the words 'Stop. Breathe. Relax' written on it. Greatest words in the planet I have to say.

I have come to three major conclusions since starting this job almost a year ago.

The first is that I am so very easily distracted, more so perhaps then a kitten.

The second is that anyone who wants to be a graphic designer will learn more on the job then they will in any classroom.

And the third is that there isn't a profession on the planet that I would rather be in.

With these thoughts booming in my already loud head, with the faint after thought that I might be made to eat those words at a later date, I return to work.

I think I want to go shopping tonight..

Oh and I know that my job has nothing to do with engagement or weddings, but I figure we are all interconnected in the grand scheme of things..
Plus a work stressed cupcake leads to a home stressed cupcake which leads to muffin crumbs flying all over the place.