Dormition's Journal

Dormition's Journal.
October 29, 2009:

My job sucks... wait, let me be more specific. This job is like a succubus, sucking the very essence of my life and soul, but at a very slow rate. I think I can actually feel it happening, everyday I just become more morose and less enthralled with what I have to do at this place. I'm the only Graphic/Web Designer at this place. You would think I would have all the cool things to do and be constantly swamped with design work... wrong!

It's nothing but mind numbing data entry work with some design work thrown in. This is not the environment I envisioned I would be in, but alas, here I am. I've been at the same job for a little over a year now (I know, it's not that long compared to other people stuck at their shitty jobs), but that's not what bothers me. It's the fact that I'm not really going anywhere with this job, especially in the creative field. And as an artist, I crave that, I need to learn more and be around others who share the same attitude.

So why don't you look for a new job? Believe me, I've been looking for a new job. It's tough, especially now with the whole economical downfall. I apply and hear nothing back, over and over again, rinse and repeat. Also, I don't know what some places are thinking, but offering $10/hr or at most $12, is fucking ridiculous, especially for a graphic designer. They want an artist with all the "know how" but for half or even 3 times less the price of what we should be getting paid. Fucking pirates.

As I type this, I'm sitting in my little office, from which I dwell alone. Used to have another guy (programmer) in here working with me. He was a cool guy, a geek like me, into a lot of the same things I'm into. We both went to Full Sail, so that was a cool suprise. Time went by fast when we shared the office, cracking jokes and just random conversations about crazy shit. But now that he has moved onto a better job, I just stare at the clock on my Mac and wait till it hits 6. I guess I can add this to the list of things that are making me less human and more of a drone.



"Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down"

This job is my coal mine and I'm going down, down, down...

Until next time...