I just woke up at 2030, after concussing for 16 hours. Just so tired. So so tired.
Tonight, I’m be revising (gosh, haven’t used this word for quite some time) my notes - gotta read up bout printings, characteristics of different fabrics, and other merchandising knowledge that I don’t have to showoff as a designer, but I ought to know.
I’m not afraid nor scared of tomorrow. I’m just worried that I may find the job boring and uninspiring, for I foresee myself sitting by the desk clicking away at something I don’t like, for someone I don’t bother about.
9 to 6. Monday to Friday. Such long hours, not free to do whatever I want.
Sometimes, a life as a designer is mulling over and over the same project, only to be faced with more changes and rejections.
welcome to the real world. it is not pleasant out here for us melancholics. it’s not always bad, but there are times when it just . . . i don’t have the word i need, but i’m in one of those places myself right now.
Comment by fortycalibernap — 27 February, 2006 @
Is that your handwriting in the picture?
I like it.
Comment by Jay "The Art of Scribe" Walk — 27 February, 2006 @
actually, no. my handwriting is crap!
Comment by Little Dowager — 27 February, 2006 @