"So, mid-life crisis came on early, huh?"

I'm over it. Stop asking. Thanks.

Had too many people ask me about that after Sunday night's post. I guess that's what I get for getting a little too personal with this thing. Sorry about that. I'll remember to keep everything at the proper ironic distance from here on out. I guess it's nice to know that people are reading and actually care enough to ask me about it, so I shouldn't complain, y'know?

Anyway, it's weird how little things can shift my mood. I was all bummed Sunday night (as you could tell) but all it took was a day of kicking some major ass at work and I was feeling good about things again. Tuesday went even better, so I was really on top of the world. Yes, I am fully aware that doing well at work making me happy is like the most pathetic thing ever, but I don't care. If you saw how awesome the stuff I create looks, then you'd understand. Maybe. But here is the problem with working in a print medium: no matter what you design, sooner or later you'll have to turn it over to someone else to output and actually get printed on paper. And that's where everything you've done can get turned to shit in a hurry. They can run their blacks 30% thicker than they're supposed to, making everything look like it's viewed through a tinted window. They can cut your page in half and run filler ads on top of photos that you put in that position for a specific reason. They can do this without provocation and with no apparent justification for it, except that they're retarded and they hate you.

As you can guess, that's what I found when I came in to work this morning, starting my day off on the wrong foot immediately. It did finally give me a chance to yell, "Stop the presses!" which I've always wanted to do. Of course, presses are REALLY LOUD, so nobody heard me and I had to go into the manager's office to tell him. Yelling seemed like a dumb idea since the office is almost soundproof, so I didn't even get to say it like that, which ruined my day even more. Not as much as if I had yelled and been immediately punched in the face for it, but still. At least it wasn't my fault that things were screwed up, though everybody hates me just the same for being the one who called it to people's attention. It's better than getting fired for letting something that bad go, though. I guess I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't. And that was only the start of a day full of stupid crap that I just won't continue to get into, since this getting long and boring.

So yeah, I'm pissed off again, cause I've got another 2 days of stupid crap ahead of me, then go home to Orlando and the family for Easter weekend. Lucky me. I did get this real cheap in a charity auction at work, which is pretty damn cool. I was planning to give it to my sister, but it's so tiny and awesome, I may keep it. Maybe fill it with a whole incredibly badass hip-hop mix and take it to the gym on permanent shuffle or something. Thing is, I already have the monster iPod, so I guess I should share the wealth. Besides, I can make a whole incredibly badass hip-hop playlist and shuffle that bidge anyway. It just won't weigh only an ounce and look like a thick stick of gum. I guess you can't have everything.

The point? I can go from absolutely loving my job one day and then absolutely hating it the next. Maybe I'm too fickle. Or moody. Or both. Maybe I should just figure out a clever phrase and then throw it on a piece of cardboard and live off of the generosity of others. I know if I came up with a sign like the guy up top there, I'd give myself a dollar. I might even give me a five. Mine would be better, though, cause I'd be rockin' the mad grammar skillz and I'd realize that ninjas should be a plural and not a possessive. Just give me time to come up with something cool and I'm totally there. I'd even go home to shower, cause kickin' the foul odor just isn't cool. That's how considerate a bum I'd be. I bet I'd be just as good at that as I am at graphic design. One thing's for sure -- I wouldn't have to worry about anybody messing up my stuff when the time comes to commit it to cardboard. There's something to be said for that.