Return to the Airwaves
Mar. 28th, 2003 11:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talktoolooseYo.
I've been overwhelmed by life for the last week or so and haven't found the time or desire to post.
While the Senior Graphic Designer at work was away, I was filling her position. Usually, I just get told what work to do and do it. I was pleased to see that I was more than capable of organizing the workflow, even under pressure. But I am more sure than ever that it is a job I don't want. And I could have it; soon she will be leaving for good and I have basically been offered her job. But I work about 3.7 days a week and I like it that way. Senior Graphic Designer would be a full-time gig.
Not that it isn't tempting: instant identity, career building. But I'm not going to do it. I don't want the buck to stop with me at this job -- I want that in my music and other projects that I initiate. Also, working five days in an office is bad for my mental and physical health. Furthermore, I suspect I make more per hour, being paid per hour, than I would in a full-time position.
But that wasn't all my stress. At the same time as I was the temporary buck dike at work (not the most user-friendly phrase but it's my journal), my sister and I received a new contract for the Passover kids book that we've been trying to sell to a publisher. With the prospect of the book being in schools in the winter of 2004, we had less than two weeks to produce a test version to put in three classrooms this year. So, in that time, I layed out a 28 page book in Hebrew and English and recorded seven new audio tracks for the accompanying CD. I haven't had a day off since my birthday party which was itself a fair amount of work.
So, I'm tired and kind of cranky and waking with little adrenaline jolts at 4:30 in the morning which sometimes trigger my PAF. Body to brain: "SLOW DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER!!"
yessir, ipromisesir
P.S. Since my haircut, I have been called handsome, hot and sexy many times. This doesn't hurt my mood at all.
I've been overwhelmed by life for the last week or so and haven't found the time or desire to post.
While the Senior Graphic Designer at work was away, I was filling her position. Usually, I just get told what work to do and do it. I was pleased to see that I was more than capable of organizing the workflow, even under pressure. But I am more sure than ever that it is a job I don't want. And I could have it; soon she will be leaving for good and I have basically been offered her job. But I work about 3.7 days a week and I like it that way. Senior Graphic Designer would be a full-time gig.
Not that it isn't tempting: instant identity, career building. But I'm not going to do it. I don't want the buck to stop with me at this job -- I want that in my music and other projects that I initiate. Also, working five days in an office is bad for my mental and physical health. Furthermore, I suspect I make more per hour, being paid per hour, than I would in a full-time position.
But that wasn't all my stress. At the same time as I was the temporary buck dike at work (not the most user-friendly phrase but it's my journal), my sister and I received a new contract for the Passover kids book that we've been trying to sell to a publisher. With the prospect of the book being in schools in the winter of 2004, we had less than two weeks to produce a test version to put in three classrooms this year. So, in that time, I layed out a 28 page book in Hebrew and English and recorded seven new audio tracks for the accompanying CD. I haven't had a day off since my birthday party which was itself a fair amount of work.
So, I'm tired and kind of cranky and waking with little adrenaline jolts at 4:30 in the morning which sometimes trigger my PAF. Body to brain: "SLOW DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER!!"
yessir, ipromisesir
P.S. Since my haircut, I have been called handsome, hot and sexy many times. This doesn't hurt my mood at all.
