Episode 14- In which we dream about opening our own business.

Oh, and grad school? Grrrr.

So maybe the key to this whole "job" thing is not to try and fit myself into a job posting that I find on the world wide web (most of which never answer me back- WHAT'S WITH YOU JOB PEOPLE?) but rather to make up a job for myself that fits me perfectly. People have suggested this to me before and I quite like the idea, but am deterred by the fact that I have no money. Which is sad.

But really, isn't America about the (American) dream and the entrepreneurial spirit and being able to do whatever you want? Shouldn't any double-grad-school-educated person be able to open their own business? Even if it's a business that no one knows about? Even if it's to make food and plan parties for other people? Even if it means I could wear a frilly apron on a professional basis? Even if most of these businesses fail in 2 minutes?

I've always harbored a dream of being a wedding planner (sigh, J.Lo, sigh) and planning extravagant affairs that were like really big formals. Sarah could make the cakes! But probably not happening any time soon. But wouldn't it be nice to plan smaller, classy parties? With cocktails and small bites and cupcakes? Would you come?

So please hire me and my pretend business! Here are things that I could make for you:

Cupakes (duh), filled with jam and topped with a rosewater glaze
Cakes, in the French savory style- goat cheese and walnuts, asparagus and mozzarella, etc
Quiches of all sorts
Tartes, savory and sweet- nectarine and vanilla sugar, portabello and bacon and spinach, etc
Half-moon bites, filled with pesto or goat cheese or anything
Tartelettes, of all sorts
Many many mini-toasts for every taste under the sun
Kir, of course

I think that this is only the beginning of the list, though

Episode 11- Taking stock of Tucson, or, get me away from here I'm dying

A wise cupcake once said that you can't go home again. But then another instructed to get back to where you once belonged. WHICH IS IT THEN CUPCAKE????

Sometimes the hardest thing is going home again, and realizing that it's not exactly what you had planned. Sometimes you can realize that nothing is ever going to change in this city and that the only thing that can change is you. And sometimes that means just picking up and getting out, as soon as you can.

Let's face it, this job market is no good, especially if your cupcake logic inspired you to get degrees in French, music, French, and Arts Management. And Tucson is mostly horrible for trying to job search in anything but science, health or missile stuff at Raytheon. Plans to leave by the beginning of September slowly fall apart and become October. So it is time for action! It is time to choose a city! And I choose you, Portland! (do you choose me too?)

So until further notice, all actions and energy will be directed towards getting cupcake and Ninja back to the Northwest. Will jobs be found? Will there be a scouting trip? Will this take time away from embroidery time? Actually, this is all just pretty confusing. Please choose me Portland! I love you!