The Good News-There is no good news! Just bad news and weird news!
Okay, the actual good news-After, like, a couple months of no replies from any job applications, a studio that I worked for years ago sent me an e-mail requesting an estimated six days worth of work, with the possibility of more. AS I said, I've worked with this company before, and they're one of my favorite employers. They work on fun projects, they pay me what I'm worth, which is a lot(!), they don't try to get more work than they pay for, and most importantly; they're just really nice people.
The Bad News-They need two days worth of concept sketches by Sunday, and for those keeping score at home, it just so happens that I'M FREAKING MOVING AT THE MOMENT!!!
The house is almost cleared out, but we haven't touched the kitchen yet, and I have a bunch of boxes up in the attic. I don't want to be a douche and leave
swedishfishnets with the kitchen, but I really have to do this. She might have the aid of one volunteer, but I'll bet they could use another hand in the kitchen.
Real-British-Richard said he might move my stupid boxes out of the attic, but he would need a hand passing them down to someone. I might have time to do that.
Geeze, man! It had to be this weekend? What the Hell!?