Life, to be short, is complete and utter bullshit right now. Here's the skinny.
Why no comic monday? Spent the weekend at I-Con, with a fairly full schedule, and the plane didn't get back in last night until 1:30 am. After getting luggage and our car, we didn't wind up getting home and in bed until after 3. And since I have to get up at 5 every morning, that means 2 hours of sleep for greggo.
The bullshit tonight, though, is that I've been having to do these stupid sample dessert sauce thingies for work, and I've had to end up taking them home. Tonight's sample is a huge quantity, and uses mostly Dulce de Leche, which is a frikken PAIN to work with. It's currently after 11, and aside from an hour break to make dinner, I've been working on this stupid project. Sure, I'm getting paid for this time. Whoop de frikken doo. This was supposed to be my FREE night. I finally found myself without obligations, and I have a good number of I-Con inspired comics I want to get done. And now I'm in the kitchen toasting frikken' coconut strands and heating the devil's caramel on a makeshift double boiler. Kill me now, please.
I'm going to talk to my boss tomorrow. I can't keep doing this crap. Between 1 and 5 is when I should be working... my home time should be where I work on the damn comic.
I am disappointment incarnate.
in rant by sagus
Posted at 11:11 PM on Monday, March 27, 2006
Life, to be short, is complete and utter bullshit right now. Here's the skinny.
Why no comic monday? Spent the weekend at I-Con, with a fairly full schedule, and the plane didn't get back in last night until 1:30 am. After getting luggage and our car, we didn't wind up getting home and in bed until after 3. And since I have to get up at 5 every morning, that means 2 hours of sleep for greggo.
The bullshit tonight, though, is that I've been having to do these stupid sample dessert sauce thingies for work, and I've had to end up taking them home. Tonight's sample is a huge quantity, and uses mostly Dulce de Leche, which is a frikken PAIN to work with. It's currently after 11, and aside from an hour break to make dinner, I've been working on this stupid project. Sure, I'm getting paid for this time. Whoop de frikken doo. This was supposed to be my FREE night. I finally found myself without obligations, and I have a good number of I-Con inspired comics I want to get done. And now I'm in the kitchen toasting frikken' coconut strands and heating the devil's caramel on a makeshift double boiler. Kill me now, please.
I'm going to talk to my boss tomorrow. I can't keep doing this crap. Between 1 and 5 is when I should be working... my home time should be where I work on the damn comic.