Being so good at what I do, that the company realizes that they only need one freelancer instead of two, and opt to keep me. But then being so good at what I do, that I breeze through the rest of the project which was projected to be finished on December 1, today, thus potentially putting myself into a position where I essentially worked so efficiently, to the point where I might supplant myself.
With my head not necessarily on straight these past days, I’m finding it easier to run in the mornings. Furthermore, due to the fact that the current gig is 47 miles from my house, in the worst traffic part of Metro Atlanta, I’ve forced myself to wake up at 6:30 a.m., instead of forfeiting any working out at all. And at least for the last three days, waking up at 6:30 has been less troublesome than when I awoke at 7 a.m. in order to run and do some working out prior to getting to whatever gigs want me there at 9:30-10.
Or maybe it’s the subconscious reminder of rejection that is unconsciously driving me to want to improve myself further again, starting with the physicality, and making running and lifting in the mornings less of a nuisance, and more of a motivation. Maybe it’s just the structured routine that I’m always aspiring to have that’s doing it. Either way, good for me, for exercising.
The work itself is easy, time-consuming, and in a way, therapeutic. I can more or less turn off my brain and mow through assignments like a weedwacker. Two freelancers were brought in to undertake this project, and I felt that it was unnecessary. Turns out that I was right, and that while I’m still here, the other guy was sent home. Not to toot my own horn, but I know I’d be an asset to any fucking company that just had the balls to actually hire me.
A cranberry vodka sounds like a fantastic way to end the day.
But InDesign CS5 absolutely blows.
Yes, the thought of knowing that Pedobear might be watching you pee is a little awkward (btw, this was taken on the wall in front of a men’s urinal at the Borders in Marietta, Georgia).
But that’s not what my awkward moment of the day is.
Awkward is, getting a call from the agency, and telling me that the company where I met the girl, is calling, and is in need of designers. And seeing as how I can’t seem to get myself a real job, and the work well has been a drier than a 70-year old nun’s twat, I’ve little choice but to accept, since it is 3-4 weeks of guaranteed work.
I know that I probably won’t ever hear from her, or see her again.
Welp, I was wrong.
Honestly, I don’t really know what to expect. Actually, on second thought, I do – probably a bit of coldness, forced ignorance, lots of ear buds, and of course, awkwardness. Going to be an interesting next few days . . .
Because I wear fingerless gloves, or “hobo” gloves when it’s cold outside, this guy at the place I’m currently freelancing at asked me if I rode a bicycle into work. Apparently, nothing says bicycle messenger douchebag like hobo gloves do or something, but here I am in business casual dress and not like some gay nuthuggers and thrift store garbage, and this asshole thinks I rode a bicycle into work. I don’t even own a fucking bicycle anymore.
Fact: 5000% of potential companies looking for graphic designers are located in Norcross, Lawrenceville, Duluth, or Alpharetta. They all list their offices as “Atlanta.”
Truth: 0% of these are remotely even close to the City of Atlanta. Technically, I don’t even live in the City of Atlanta, but as sure as shitting out of my asshole, I’m a lot fucking closer to Atlanta than any of those regions 25+ miles outside of the city.
But it’s not their fault. It’s mine. I chose to live in this part of town where robberies occur more frequently than others, none of my local friends live anywhere near, and I’m completely on the polar opposite side of the city from where I could probably already have a job by now. And nothing can be done about it, because regardless of what the news and media is boasting about an improving economy, homeowners like myself can’t possibly even fathom wanting to sell property, and even have a prayer at breaking even.
… and I thought this contract job was all boring and vanilla and shit.
