Monday, May 28, 2007

Yet another temporary loss of sanity

For some reason, I can't seem to get anything done at work. For the past four work nights, things have been so fucked up at work that I have consistently not been able to get jobs done on time for the morning. As much as I'd like to believe it isn't my fault and as much as people even TELL me it's not my fault, I can't help but think that somehow if I would have done something differently, everything would have been done on time. It's extremely frustrating to have my managers come in in the morning and be pissed that jobs aren't finished. I just wish I could figure out what in god's name I'm doing wrong and fix it.

As if that weren't enough, I was unexplainably depressed for most of my weekend and even managed to have a panic attack on Friday that ended up with me walking ten miles in sandals. I have yet to recover and don't really feel like I will for a while. My life feels like it's coming apart at the seems and while I run around trying to re-stitch parts of it back together, other parts come further undone.

On the bright side of things, I finally managed to get my apartment arranged the way that I've wanted it. On the whole, I feel more settled and it has helped me to regain a little bit of groundedness and sanity. Corley helped with that and I am tremendously thankful.

I know I promised at the outset of this blog that I wouldn't write sappy, depressed shit, but it's all stuff that I really need to get out of my head and onto paper or in this case screen. So in other words, I'm sorry. Thankfully, there's only like three people that read this so I'm not offending too many people.

Gunpowder, Gelatin, Dynamite with a laser beam.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The cloudburts thunder in your ear

How appropriate. I sit down for lunch with my laptop and press play on iTunes and what should come on? Here's that Rainy Day. A version featuring Stan Getz. I'm not sure how many of you have heard of him, but he's a phenomenal saxophone player. It sounds like he's barely blowing into the sax it's so smooth. When I briefly played saxophone, I listened to him a lot completely enthralled with his sound. Definitely a good choice considering how stressful work is this evening.

When she walks it's like a samba

Friday, May 18, 2007

Car Trouble

It's times like these that I really wish I got into cars growing up instead of graphic design.

If I had, I'd be able to do most, if not all, of the repairs on my car and never have to worry about whether or not the repair shop I'm taking my car to is trustworthy. In addition, I've always wanted to know how to work on cars because I love working on mechanical stuff. I'd be able to buy a rundown hunk of junk 1966 Catalina and get it up and running. Or buy that Delorean I've always wanted and keep it running.

The Q suggested that after I get my degree in Interactive Design that I consider going back to school for automotive repair. I think I might just do that.

Car Trouble

It's times like these that I really wish I got into cars growing up instead of graphic design.

If I had, I'd be able to do most, if not all, of the repairs on my car and never have to worry about whether or not the repair shop I'm taking my car to is trustworthy. In addition, I've always wanted to know how to work on cars because I love working on mechanical stuff. I'd be able to buy a rundown hunk of junk 1966 Catalina and get it up and running. Or buy that Delorean I've always wanted and keep it running.

The Q suggested that after I get my degree in Interactive Design that I consider going back to school for automotive repair. I think I might just do that.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Sleeplessness

Every morning I get off work, I feel tired; exhausted even. What I don't understand is that I'll go to bed, and wake up five or six times sporadically and not feel rested once I finally get out of bed. It seems to me that if your body is tired and you don't have to get up, you'll sleep. Apparently that's not the case. I'm sure it has something to do with the sun shining through my window and my circadian rhythms being screwed up. Damn those circadian rhythms and all their circadian rhythm-ness.

Worst of all, I keep having dreams about work. I'll wake up thinking that 100 comb binds are due in 15 minutes and be all freaked out until my brain catches up and realizes I'm half-naked, lying in bed at home.

-=sigh=-

By the way, if anybody has any leads on a weird and/or wacky job or perhaps some sort of design job, please, by all means, let me know.

I'll choose my own shit scene.

Friday, May 04, 2007

Photography

Well, Apple finally got around to uploading all the photos for their Insomnia Festival. I guess they did it a couple hours ago because their server is so slammed I can't even log in to vote on my own submission. Here's the link: Outside Chance.

If you decide to vote on it you'll have to set up an Apple ID here. However, if you've ever bought an iTunes song or bought something off the online Apple store then you already should have an Apple ID and only need to login to vote. If you can't log in today, the voting last until the 14th so you have some time. I'd really appreciate it if you guys could send me a little love. Even if you only want to rate it one star, that's more than I've got already.