My name's Deb, how lovely to meet you! I'm so glad you stopped by...
In November 2008 I made my first sock monkey (yep, that's him alright)....and as they say...the rest is history...
In February 2009, Sock It To Me! was born and my life used to consist of Teza by day (Good afternoon, you're speaking to Chaos Control & Crayon Girl, how may i help?) and monkey business by night.
It was very exciting but I left my home and reality for a crazy journey of enlightenment around Asia. So, here I am soaking up the sights and sounds of sunny Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and working for CLEO, the coolest mag ever. Thanks again for stopping by, sit back, relax and Happy Reading!
Never is a strong word to use, yes, but I owe it to myself to not let this happen again. This is me after my first day at my last job. I started at 9 am and finished at 9 pm that night. I hadn't had dinner so that was me, eating beans on toast while sitting on the floor, I was so hot and sweaty and hungry and grumpy that the cool marble floor was the only thing calming me down, that and my extremely understanding and patient man-friend.
Someone told me today that they thought my writing style was FLUFFY and asked if I knew how to write serious stuff at all. The hilarity, they'd only read my CV and that was meant to be tongue in cheek as its sole purpose was to grab a potential employer's attention enough to score an interview. Funny thing is I'd always believed that flair was something you couldn't teach and having a distinct style of writing (be it fluffy or not) that people easily related too was desirable. Oh that's right I forgot, I'd only change my mind if their opinions counted.
Sirens were going off in my head when they felt the need to TELL me that they were in the servicing industry instead of making me feel serviced. Why do people fail to realize that at the end of the day I am just another consumer, I may not know anybody important now but when I do, do you really think I'll recommend them? On the contrary, I'm probably going to tell them to avoid them and their 'services' like a plague.
So to them I say, "So long suckers...oh and don't look so surprised when I walk away without begging you to hire me."
Actually, I lie, at the moment I am extremely satisfied, and, if I may be so bold, HAPPY!
Yesterday I handed in my resignation. Little did I know that a simple piece of paper was the key to my freedom. Well, yes I did know that but I mean literally feeling like the ball and chain had disappeared. I know of something I read that will sum up what I felt quite clearly but I suspect only Twilightians will comprehend...I didn't quite imprint but when Jacob said it was as though all ties with the world had gone snip snip snip and all that mattered was her. Similarly, when the deed was done, I felt that finally I'd found what mattered most - Me.
If that was the sole purpose of this work experience, I would gladly do it again.
Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for the steep learning curve that I was presented with but I truly believe that there is more than one route to the finish line. Life is way too short to work late endlessly. Some may think at 25 I am too young to be thinking that way but I already know that I'm not going to jump for joy in 10 years when I realize I spent that whole time stuck in an office. I don't think you're ever too young to pursue what you truly want to get out of this lifetime.
People in the industry tell me working this way is to be expected, I don't believe you. You're not seeing the bigger picture, work is only one facet of this beautiful life you've been given. It is possible to achieve a balance. And if it isn't, I'm sure striving for it is a step in the right direction.
An important lesson - I've come to know that what I fear most is that stagnant/stuck feeling - Like you're standing at a dead end, up against a wall but you just keep pacing next to it wondering if you'll ever get to the other side. This was my wall and I finally decided it was time to walk away, get a map and find an alternative.
It's like the fog's been lifted and I feel like it's okay to be me again. I need to remember this because as life has it, there will be many more walls in my path but this will serve as a reminder of the many maps out there and that I'll never be stuck for long.
Features writer, sock monkey queen, creative braniac, maker of things, lover of all things vintage and jack of all trades at your service. For gossip, feedback and to get the job done please email debzdomain at gmail dot com.
Yes...the term is to be taken literally...take one funky pair of socks, add a dash of "Sock It To Me!" magic by Miss Deb and Voila! Sock monkey awesome-ness! Sock monkeys have been around for centuries...nanas use to make them out of old pairs of socks for their grandkids. Revival with a twist is here. Every single one of these bad boys is unique and one of a kind. Miss Deb's does custom orders too so if you had something specific in mind or stumbled upon some seriously cool socks that you think are worth 'monkey-fiying', you know where to go!
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