My desk, ergo my life.

Today is Sergio's birthday.

I took the weekend off so I could go party with him.

Since they wouldn't have me for the weekend, they loaded up my work schedule for the rest of the week.

As such, I worked for at least seven days in a row.

Due to my crazy work schedule, my immune system tanked.

I contracted a cold on the last day.

Now, on the days I requested off, I am at home in bed, fighting off a virus.

Fuck this shit.

Anyway, since can't do anything else today, I thought I'd work on some Zack drawings. And take pictures of my desk. It usually looks like this. Well, the stuff changes. But the fact that it is covered with stuff doesn't.

Today's Frustrations

- I have been on Facebook for six years. During that time they have had at least a dozen massive upheavals of design. Every time it is the same: copious bitching on the first day, everyone shrugs and gets over it on the second day and moving forward. Can we all just make a pact to... not do that anymore because it's annoying and doesn't accomplish anything anyway?
It's not like Mark Zuckerberg is going to say, "Golly, Internet, you're absolutely right! These changes will contribute directly to the downfall of civilization; I'd better get on reversing them right away!" In fact, each time when he bothers to respond he says pretty much the opposite: "I had good reasons for making these changes. Get over it."

- I googled "How To Write A Creative Resume" and the results are frustratingly anemic. They all say some version of "Feel free to be creative, but remember to be professional!" Thank you, Dr. Vaguey McAmbiguity, but I had already kind of figured that out. I'm looking forward to your next article, "How to... you know... do... stuff."

- Okay, Google Chrome, I guess I'll ask you to save my usernames and passwords. You're ignoring all the other settings I selected anyway.

So I haven't posted in, like, a while.

Why? Because I work all the damn time.
There you go.

Coping Mechanisms

Dear Internet,
I work 50-60 hours a week.
I work seven days a week.
After doing this for almost six months, it's time to face the fact...
that my coping mechanisms are shot to hell.
I've tried the one where I tell myself, "Don't worry, it's not forever!" (Used up.)
I've done that one where I remind myself, "You're lucky to have two jobs, some people don't even have one!" (Depleted.)
I've tried the one where I put on most positive attitude and go out to attack the day. (Nope.)
I've even done the one where I tell myself, "Hey, think of all the character you're building!" (FUCK THAT.)
So my current one is the one where I put on a big fake smile during the day and cry over a six-pack of Coronas at night. As coping mechanisms go, I am aware that it's probably the one that's going to turn out to be the most short-lived and least effective.
So, Internet, if you have any ideas of a coping mechanism that I haven't yet tried, I'm open to ideas. (And if you're going to tell me that other people have it worse and I'm just being whiny and immature, I already know that. So you can just stick it up your ass.)

The Creative Process

(This is why I haven't been updating my blog as much lately.)

 

 

 

Times are sometimes tough.