Story of my life. Most people would know how much I loved my job. Ex-job. I could slack and still got the occasional creative outlet to let my juices flow. In the end, I threw it all away on an emo-day. The money's good now but I'M SO STRESSED!!!!
Burning the midnight oil away again. It seems to be a regular thing now. Rushing out storyboards, one after another. I'm so tired during the day that I fall asleep standing up. I guess other than the stress I kinda like the new job too. I'm my own boss, so to speak. I set the direction of this project and so far so good. I like that I can now go on 2 hour lunches, when the rest of the department decides to go on a group lunch. Bottom line is that as long as you deliver the goods at the end, the boss doesn't interfer much.
Poor baby monkey princess is not happy at my switching jobs. I used to be able to cuddle her to sleep. Now I can maybe afford to tuck her in and make her laugh for 10mins then I'm back at the computer, typing away. She's started asking for a "holiday with mummy". Sometimes it becomes a "holiday FOR mummy". I know when she feels the neglect. She starts asking for the holiday everyday instead of every few days.
Well, 2 more months and the project gets launched. Hopefully after that, the pace slows down a little and we can go off on a short break. I've made it a point to stop all work on Saturdays and it's Gabby day. We go wherever and play all day. This weekend it was IMM :) Check out her new wet look :D