Bing! You’re fired.
I’m hired. I work at EB Games now. Who cares you say? I wouldn’t either except I’m a graphic designer there. I’m excited. It’s funny because I’ve been telling everyone and gotten so pumped about it but then I guess I could end up being canned after 2 weeks because they don’t like my work or think I smell like old feet or something. I am going in with a lot of confidence so I don’t think that’ll happen. What I’m more worried about is that I’ve never worked full time before! This is only a problem because I might be a sook and get bummed out about it. I don’t think so, though. I’ve been working reasonably hard the last few weeks so maybe if I was doing that amount of stuff for a job I actually liked I won’t mind so much. I guess we’ll all have to wait and see.
Other than that, I don’t know how I feel about this blog. Will I end up posting work stuff up here? If I say I am going to start posting more often will anyone care? Do I care? If it wasn’t such a pain to post pictures and video I probably would post more often. Maybe it’s a Firefox thing that stops me. Maybe shut up. I’ve been drawing but then erasing the images, tearing the pages up and throwing them away. I enjoy drawing more when I do this. It’s decent enough pratice I guess. My role with Ashcan is going to stop being administrative soon and become very practical when I have to start drawing, so that’s a bit daunting. At least I’ve been doing a bit of warming up by drawing.
I was playing dice in the alley
Not really, I was on the bus this morning. There was this guy who had a big sombero on with bird feathers sticking out of it. He was striking up conversations with a few people, but they were ignoring him as best they could. Just about everyone was off the bus when he turns to an old man a few seats away and asks him if he is Vietnamese. I couldn’t hear anything the old man was saying, but he was clearly Asian.
It really bothered me that this guy is up in this old man’s grill about what nationality he is. I’m not being pro-…whatever, but what the hell is this guy’s deal that he’s asking random people anything even remotely personal on a bus? The guy replies yes, then crazy guy says something like ‘you must have seen some horrible things in your life’. By this time I’m blind because I’ve rolled my eyes so hard they are bleeding. Anyway, he then goes on about how the guy was probably okay because he knows how to meditate and shit. Gah, what the hell? That guy must be intolerable to know.
Nothing like me.