Feeling completely lost. They tell me that life is short and I should live it. I can’t live. Only can struggle. I’m sick of struggling.
I’m committed to not committing.
It’s taken me 12 years to finally catch up on every issue of Fables up to issue 143 which is the most recent one. 150 will be the last one in early 2015 and I’m honestly very sad. You might make fun but I’ve spent 12 years with these characters a part of my life. I still remember reading the first issue back in 2003 when I heard of it first. 12 years…..What will I do?
Think I sneezed so hard that I ruptured my ear drum. Just what I fucking need.
Interview at The Black Whale in New Bedford today. Offered me about $10 more than what I’m making now. I don’t have the job as of yet and if I do get it it will be a part time gig to test me out. Didn’t realize a friend of mine was the head server either. It helps lol. Looking forward to finally quitting my hat designing job. I’m going out in a blaze of glory but first will ask if they can match what I’m being offered….they won’t. They don’t respect their workers who make millions in a week for their company. Yes, I personally made my company over a million dollars at the Liverpool Open in Britain. What did I get from it? An email sent to the whole company that said thank you to all the people who worked on those hats. What fucking people? It was all me. A little recognition would be nice but no. No positive reinforcement there. Only negative when you screw up.
I also realized just now that if I get this job I can finally fix my credit, fix my license, and possibly buy a house in the next year.