May 29, 2015 11:11
Every day the battle to not quit my job becomes more and more difficult.
Incompetent, useless, two-faced, unreliable co-workers.
I will never trust new hires again.
Everyone at that store can go fuck themselves.
My patience has been sanded down to the root. My frustrations are at an all time high.
"What's wrong, Brandon?" "Are you tired?" "Stay up too late drinking?" "You're so quiet!" I can't even humor you people anymore. I don't have it in me. I'm glad it's showing.
I've been doing my best to eliminate distractions and focus on the one thing I want to get better at, drawing. It feels like it's for jack. The one thing eating up 80% of my time is the thing I hate most.
This job wasn't always bad. I had a reliable team, once. I had the time to practice and have something of a life. Hasn't been that way for almost a year now.
Should I just give up any hopes and dreams for being creative?
Should I just sign myself over to this stupid 9-5 and spend my free time being a consumer, rather than a producer?
For now the answer is no, fuck that.
I don't know that it always will be, though.