The last week has been work
, almost non-stop. Contract work here, nine-to-five
there, it leaves very little time for anything else. I don't mind, really, I enjoy my work, but it wears on the soul
, after a while.
Things are going well at CHUM
, if you ignore the fact that my workload is going to run me into the ground
. I have about two thousand graphics
that have to be made by the end of the week, with another hundred-odd-thousand to be queued
after that. It's monkey work
, really, but there's a lot of it. It's not design
, there's no design in it when you have to pop a new one off every five minutes.
I enjoy the working environment
, though. The people
are great, the offices
are great, the atmosphere
is great. I couldn't ask for a better place to work, really. I just wish the work itself was something I could look forward to. I want to be working with the web
, and creating, not just cutting and pasting
for eight hours a day. Even if there's free coffee
I shouldn't complain, really. I have a job working with computers, and it's not horrible. It's not tech support
. It could be worse
and I aren't having one of our better weeks.
I tell myself that anything worth having is worth working for. It's a fairly apt
quote, I do think.
it is proving to be more difficult.
is nearing, as well. It looks like I'm not going to be getting paid before christmas, so it'll be a sad sad year for my friends. No money for gifts
, for anyone. Not for Jes, not for Jes' family
that have been putting up with me for the last half-year, not for my little brother
, not for my mother
Add that to the fact that I already feel like hell
for having taken so much from everyone with so little to give back, and you have a very unhappy little boy
Maybe not unhappy. That's not entirely accurate. I wish that I could do more, though, and that I had the means to tangibly
express my gratitude
for my friends and family
, this Christmas.