Fist Blood, Fart Poo.
You know:
After a week of coworkers asking me "didjagitthejob, didjagitthejob?!?" I can finally give them (and my Imaginaries on here) an answer:
No.
Am I upset?
No.
My motive for even considering "wanting" to be an IMC was spawned from a place of avarice, and avarice alone! Translated simply: will I mourn the loss of a pay bounce I never got to experience?
Yes, completely!
As it was with TFF (regardless of the low-rent feel), this development carries the same sense of internal disillusionment:
That, more than anything else, I've let my Fans down.
(recites long-winded apology speech)
I don't mind what I'm doing now (and have done for the past almost-year). Had you asked me that an almost-year ago, the answer would have been very different.
It sucks to like most of the people you work with.
I don't mind what I'm doing. It's the pay scale that does nothing for me. My earnings are far from what would constitute Survival Dollars.
Bitch bitch, whine whine.
I would like to do a post on Poe, or at least how his works have been adapted to film. Over Thanksgiving, I decided to start translating one of my junior-high short stories (a contemporary rewrite of 'The Cask of Amontillado') into scripted form. I skimmed over my short story, but have yet to revisit Poe's original.
After a week of coworkers asking me "didjagitthejob, didjagitthejob?!?" I can finally give them (and my Imaginaries on here) an answer:
No.
Am I upset?
No.
My motive for even considering "wanting" to be an IMC was spawned from a place of avarice, and avarice alone! Translated simply: will I mourn the loss of a pay bounce I never got to experience?
Yes, completely!
As it was with TFF (regardless of the low-rent feel), this development carries the same sense of internal disillusionment:
That, more than anything else, I've let my Fans down.
(recites long-winded apology speech)
I don't mind what I'm doing now (and have done for the past almost-year). Had you asked me that an almost-year ago, the answer would have been very different.
It sucks to like most of the people you work with.
I don't mind what I'm doing. It's the pay scale that does nothing for me. My earnings are far from what would constitute Survival Dollars.
Bitch bitch, whine whine.
I would like to do a post on Poe, or at least how his works have been adapted to film. Over Thanksgiving, I decided to start translating one of my junior-high short stories (a contemporary rewrite of 'The Cask of Amontillado') into scripted form. I skimmed over my short story, but have yet to revisit Poe's original.