All Work and No Play

I had a long day today. Truly, I know it all *looks* like play, but I had a mini breakthrough back to my CHILDHOOD, like "No! Frame the camera like you knew you wanted to play Barbie professionally when you grew up!"

I'm getting better at compositional framing, where, instead of focusing on the minutia of lighting, as deeply as it concerns photography, I'm good with the ambient. I can always go back and deepen the rendering in post, but I prefer a good cloudy day for soft light. So long as it doesn't come with a headache. 

*Knock on wood.*

The real answer to "You working hard or hardly working?" is "Fine." because when people actually ask "How are you doing?", that's not the right question either, but it's the correct answer, so just catch it up to them. 

I work every day. FYM.

Ever since my anime sugar babies moved out, I had to adjust my entire residential rent-free mental space, by downsizing from a multi-family island to a single family wifi•home 

In a previous post, I mentioned I also moved to a new neighborhood in the suburbs, trying to clean up my life as a contract killer because, at this point, my reputation precedes me.

However, there are only so many career paths that would agree with my alignment! You cant' just add "Assassin" OR leave it out of my resume and I can't just get stuck working at a fast food joint for an appetizer and an entree of garnish'd wages.

So, after the fridge got empty and the second months' mortgage swung around, I found myself somewhat interested in the Pseudo Pscience cosmetics atelier.  I'm more than qualified to be a stylist at Pseudo! I know I'm supposed to be flying under the radar for such a "flashy" position to appeal to me, but it's just a little something to keep food in the fridge. Talk about bringing your ALPHA GAME! 

I got the job. Pseudo seems, I dunno, desperate?; for butts to fill empty office chairs- I'm still feeling it out. It pays the bills, but the mileage is going to eat my little Crown Sprite™car alive! I already have to get my tires rotated because of that Demogorgon attack or WHATEVER and Cloud used to do it for free!😭

I got the big corner office, so I bet they're all jealous! But, I don't know, I'm not used to hours-long daily commute anymore- was it always this exhausting? If I leave on time in the morning, I may be able to take the railway train to the inner city, then catch the subway or a Taxi to the Atelier, but it's not the subway, so if I don't catch the right one, I'll never be on time. 🥲

My job description is whatever; because I don't know who the clowns are, yet; but so far, I've made no new friends, and even though I'm labeled "Hello, My name is...Supervisor" on Glassdoor, I've only met Laura, who gets everyone Starbucks. So, we like Laura. 

But fuck everybody else hoppin' on my grind time, you do yours and I do mine. 

 Sacrifices.

My real life is for the birds, but since everybody's got their hobbies, why is it so abstract for me to build a bunker for the apocalypse like this? Especially since I am definitely qualified to be a real-live Art Director with all my schooling- but not for paying. Whatever.

Probably because no one wants to work to grow anyway. 😝

 That grandfather clock is always determinedly tock-tocking away! It grants a subtle, yet, listless kind of peace. Once in a blue moon, Sephiroth stays the night and collects the mail on the credenza. A cozy reminder, almost like a hug, probably after I just missed him; his warmth lingers. I'm expecting a letter from Hogwarts any day, now. I applied to teach there, too. No such luck, today, though. Maybe tomorrow. 

It started drizzling as soon as I got home. My hair fell a little flat in the front from the humidity. I just hope it doesn't snow.

I have to go Christmas shopping tomorrow 😖

Wish me luck!