Why slack today when you can also slack tomorrow?

I don’t really mean to vent so much about my job so much lately, but lately, there really hasn’t been that much going on otherwise in my life, other than eating, LoL-ing or going to the gym.  Routine is good, sometimes.

But today, I don’t really have much else to do.  Long story short, I have a project that’s been going on since November, which is a prime example of what happens when a project manager lets the client walk all over them, and subsequently the creative departments that actually makes the tangible shit happen.  If this were a real creative agency or company, the project would be complete by now because in those types of business models, revisions cost money.  The more revisions, the more money.  The more money involved, the less the client wants to spend, meaning more efficiency on their end, and less tedious work on our end.

I guess it’s not really a shortened story, but to cut to the chase, I’m efficient, and ready for this project to be out the door, and I have literally done all of my part in order to put this project on the doorstep of the printing process.  Literally, this project is all but done aside from the printing.  But the project manager feels that there has been a disconnect in the process, which there was, which I rectified the issues that came up as a result of it, and wants to have a discussion with all the cooks in the kitchen.  But one of the cooks isn’t in the office today, so this discussion is scheduled for when this cook returns.  I explain that there really isn’t a need for any discussion, and I’m essentially dismissively told that yes, there is.  O-kay.

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Have you ever…

Began typing up an email to a colleague explaining how something isn’t going to work with a project, but even when you’re 90% done writing this long and elaborate email with appropriate corporate-ese and buzz words, it dawns on you that it’s still probably just easier to not confer with morons and just do the work, arduous as it might be, just to avoid the impending confusion and headaches that would come along with pressing the “send” button?

 

Today is one of those days

In which I feel as if I have no faith in humanity.  I’m not pompous enough to declare myself a metaphorical mister perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ll go as far as to say that things would be a lot better if there were more people that were a little bit more like me than what they typically are on a regular basis.  I’m amazed at how spineless, stupid, lacking in common sense, oblivious or all of the above, people sometimes are, and today is one of those days in which I can’t seem to get away from any of these metaphorical life ballasts that make my faith in people dwindle even lower than it sometimes gets.

It’s always like this snowball effect too, because it always starts very innocuously, but as they day progresses, I continue to see more and more stupidity, and then my morale towards the human race dips to where I get saddened by it, and then I become irritable.

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Some things never change

Both Jen and I signed up for a gym, since now that I’m a full-time employee with a degree of sustainable income.  This development makes me happy, because I have always enjoyed going to the gym when I used to go, and over the span of the last four years of not having a gym to go to, I have grown unsatisfied with the degradation of my physical conditioning.  Needless to say, I look forward to the anticipation of improved physical conditioning, the revitalization of muscles that I’ve felt have shrunk a little bit, and the day I realize that pants feel looser around the waist.

As of now, I’ve gone twice, and personally I feel great.  It felt good to be in a gym where I can get back to my old routine of running on a treadmill as well as mixing up a combination of free and machine weights.  I don’t feel tremendously sore like the first time ever at the gym, which means I’m not in too terribly bad shape, which I suppose is a good thing.  I look forward to ironing out a routine and adhering to it in coming weeks and months.

But man, I have to say, the meatheads.  Yeah, I know, no gym is without them, but this particular one is, well, wow.  I sort of knew it would be like this, considering it’s a gym right in the middle of Atlanta, but I’m still a little astonished, having seen it for myself in person now.  It’s amazing just how much posing and fake working out goes on in this place; it’s equally parts amusing, entertaining, creepy and sad.

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A little bit longer in the making than I had hoped, but better late than never.

The following post was originally written on March 5, 2010. I told myself that I would not post this until I effectively gained full-time employment. The fact you’re reading it now means only one thing, which is excellent news: I now have a full-time job. The company in which I have been freelancing for over the prior eight months finally decided that paying contract rates for me was getting old, and that it was indeed fiscally more cost-effective to pay me 70% of they paid my creative agency instead.

It’s been a long, long time coming, but I am extremely pleased to be back on the path of stable employment. And with that, I present to you my swan song to the freelance life.

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I like coffee, if you haven’t heard

This is my actual desk at work right now.  I have not been working at this place for just 56 days, it’s certainly been much longer.  I used to have a different cup sculpture up, but it was during a time in which I would get a size of coffee depending on how much caffeine I needed.  But then I realized that I could just get a small coffee, and go back for as many refills I needed, if any at all.  Plus, I’m a stickler for symmetry, so I started this when I started just getting smalls on a regular basis.  Naturally, this is interrupted by weekends, and on rare occasions where I use a coupon or something, and get the biggest size they have.  And I do not accept the cups of others, there are all cups that I emptied myself.

I have a disturbing feeling that the winter holiday red cups will cease to be used at an inopportune time which will necessitate a reconfiguration in order to maintain a symmetrical appearance.  But whatever, the show must go on.