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So...
Start my new job at the Library tomorrow.
Yeah, I'm gonna miss the cushy job I had. Keep thinking "Okay, tomorrow, when I get to work, I'll start roughs for a page--oh wait." Getting paid to basically sit and draw or dick around on the computer is pretty freaking sweet. But at the same time, as nice as it was when there was no one there, or when Mr. Raymond didn't try to un-shy me, I'm just not comfortable around the "good ol' Cajun boy" vibe oilfield work has. And one way or another, when you're an adult, a lot of your sense of self-worth is tied into your job, so a job that requires absolutely no effort just feels wrong after awhile. Though I will admit, it basically was the mythical "Bag of Gold" job Bob once told us about.
But yeah. I'm just thankful I got this job when I did--about a week after realizing I needed a better gig. It was a perfect transition job, a sort of "breather," I guess. And now, God willing, I'm ready to start something serious that I may actually be at for more than three months. Wow. (Granted, the ultimate goal is still to be working for DC or Marvel or IDW or...well, any comic-job that'll pay me enough to eat and stuff).
So--LIBRARY! WOOOOH! I get to work around books! New, grown-up-type job. Nicely cleaned house. Almost done organizing my studio into a more functional workspace. All in all, I feel like I'm getting ready to start fresh. -ish.
I'm also nervous as heck. And excited. Yeah-up.
Start my new job at the Library tomorrow.
Yeah, I'm gonna miss the cushy job I had. Keep thinking "Okay, tomorrow, when I get to work, I'll start roughs for a page--oh wait." Getting paid to basically sit and draw or dick around on the computer is pretty freaking sweet. But at the same time, as nice as it was when there was no one there, or when Mr. Raymond didn't try to un-shy me, I'm just not comfortable around the "good ol' Cajun boy" vibe oilfield work has. And one way or another, when you're an adult, a lot of your sense of self-worth is tied into your job, so a job that requires absolutely no effort just feels wrong after awhile. Though I will admit, it basically was the mythical "Bag of Gold" job Bob once told us about.
But yeah. I'm just thankful I got this job when I did--about a week after realizing I needed a better gig. It was a perfect transition job, a sort of "breather," I guess. And now, God willing, I'm ready to start something serious that I may actually be at for more than three months. Wow. (Granted, the ultimate goal is still to be working for DC or Marvel or IDW or...well, any comic-job that'll pay me enough to eat and stuff).
So--LIBRARY! WOOOOH! I get to work around books! New, grown-up-type job. Nicely cleaned house. Almost done organizing my studio into a more functional workspace. All in all, I feel like I'm getting ready to start fresh. -ish.
I'm also nervous as heck. And excited. Yeah-up.