I get asked a lot, “By the way, Jess, what do you do?”
Some friends are curious, mostly because I hardly post on facebook anything about my work. Well, I am a garment printer in the manufacturing industry. I see my prints from the development process right up to the bulk production, from quotation to planning and coordination. Of course, my job also ensures I blow my top off at regular intervals, mostly at people and their ridiculous requests and/or insulting price negotiations.
Being in the export business also mean that almost everything that you do is, in fact, an amazing race against the export deadline. Miss the shipment date, and you’re pretty much screwed. So yup, that’s what I do. Don’t get me wrong though; I love what I do, and I’m pretty good at what I do. It just that my work can be quite technical, and most people probably won’t understand much of it anyway. To make things worse, I post on facebook many things which I do, that I might call them “very unprinterly”. And I guess that’s why friends are curious.
So I made a list, because making lists is good for you. It didn’t occur to me that I did so many things until I made the list; I guess all I can say is coffee really works. Now, behold the unprinterly things I do!
I am an artist-wannabe. I sketch and doodle and swirl watercolours, whenever I can, wherever I am.
I’m also a papercrafter-wannabe; I love making handmade cards, boxes, packaging and all pretty things.
I cook and bake (what’s a party without desserts??).
I practice yoga (should have done it ten years ago, but better late than never). I learn aerial arts (I’m terrible at it, but I’m trying). I know a little about essential oils and natural skincare, brewing potions as I go along.
I have green fingers now (they’re not the bloodstains of the plants which I had killed off, no). I talk to plants and animals, and occasionally help snails to cross the pavement.
Oh, sometimes I help trim my mother’s hair—it takes great courage to trust your daughter with your hair, and even greater courage for the daughter to cut her mother’s hair.
You know, I’m starting to see the reason why I’m not book-smart—I think my brains went to my hands. It’s nice to feel like a useful person, but nicer to know that my best friends love me for who I am, and not for the things that I make.