Thursday, January 30, 2003 - 10:45 pm
Nothing much to report today. Except extreme boredom and a continued aversion to checking my e-mail in-box for fear I'll be buried under a sea of electrons. I also have dry skin and am wearing an itchy sweater. God I love winter.
Tuesday, January 28, 2003 - 6:24 pm
You're not gonna believe this, but something good actually happened to me. The Lina Inverse Cosplay Armor I posted on ebay actually sold for a grand total of 170 dollars. Dayam.
Soo.... Why am I designing tombstones for a living instead of doing this again?...
Monday, January 27, 2003 - 12:00 am
In place of the usual whining about my life, I thought I'd bring you this honest to goodness, Oh my God, I-can't-believe-it, after-a-whole-month-she's-actually-updating-Hamlet Hamlet update. Enjoy.
Sunday, January 26, 2003 - 3:09 pm
I've got the next Hamlet update about 2/5th of the way done. Which may not sound all that impressive , unless you consider that the level of stress I'm going through right now is akin to the level experienced by geese right before they get sucked into airplane engines. Somehow, I've also managed to begin the second half of the first chapter of Elder Star, so hopefully it won't have to go on hiatus, much to the relief of my comic co-partners Kathy and Joe, both of whom just about had aneurysms when I casually mentioned the other day that I might be putting it aside to focus on finishing my Hamlet manga. (I really gotta watch what I say here. Never know who in this world might be pathetic enough to have absolutely nothing better to do with their time than read this. )
Um....
So. Changing the subject, would anybody be interested in acquiring some DBZ-style Saiyan chest armor? The kid I made it for hasn't sent me payment yet or written me in almost a week, and if I don't hear from him soon, up for auction it goes. (You'll find pictures of it, and of the process I used to make it on my Armormaking Page.)
Oh, in case you all were wondering, Dust Traveller's in Japan now. Yay for him. (He was supposed to smuggle me there with him in one of his suitcases, but he left without even sending me an "I'm going now, enjoy your pathetic, soul-sucking life of quiet desperation back in America" e-mail. Chris, you suck. There had better be a crateload of LOTR-themed yaoi doujinshi with my name on it headed back to the states this very moment, or you can consider our friendship over. )
Saturday, January 25, 2003 - 7 pm
Welp, the search for something new to do with my life officially begins now. Yesterday, my company submitted me to the last stroke of humiliation I care to be subjected to in the course of my working career when it issued me a written warning declaring that I had been caught sleeping at my desk. I immediately denied doing any such thing, explaining that the reason I spent such a good portion of my workday hunched over my computer keyboard like a murder victim in a dimestore mystery novel was NOT because I was asleep.
It was because I was CRYING.
No. I didn't actually tell my boss that. What I told him instead was that I had been spending all day at my desk waiting for my Paleolithic Era computer to finally make up it's mind to do the things which I was telling it to do, and that my favorite, most preferred method of waiting involved my slumping forward, giving my eyes a rest, and listening to myself breathe quietly.
Unfortunately, such behavior is strictly frowned upon by the company I work for. Especially since I now work in what my boss likes to term "a high-traffic area". According to him, I'm supposed to be happy and perky every minute of the day in the off-chance that the mysterious and all-powerful company president might decide to stroll by. Never mind that the stroll-by might only last a tenth of a second. Never mind that forcing myself to exhibit such falsely enthusiastic behavior will likely accelerate the erosion of my own soul. Never mind that I've always managed to do everything the company asked me to do for them while being grossly underpaid for it. Now they want me to act like I'm fucking happy to be there. Hey boss! If you want me to act like I don't hate the place, why don't you just can the written warning shit and just give me a fucking raise instead? How hard would THAT be?
Anyway, I've had enough. I'll need to find a new way to make money. I was thinking about going back to school and learning webpage design. Or maybe I'll start free-lancing my graphic design skills. Something--ANYTHING which doesn't involve my having to deal with pointy-haired bosses. Anybody got any ideas/advice/suggestions? 'Cause I'll do ANYTHING,-- as long as it doesn't involve my being spanked by middle-aged businessmen.
I've got all of the next Hamlet update drawn. All that remains is the lettering, which I can hopefully finish by tomorrow. (Gee, it's too bad I can't make any money off of THIS...)
