Okay, hey, good news today. I finally got my creative spark back. I've been drawing for over twelve hours. I drew out my Rifts character for the new campaign. It's my old burster, Fanfavinous Glaive. I haven't been able to draw him for years. You artists know what I mean, right? You draw that really great picture, almost completely by accident, and instantly you're a little bummed... like a part of you just died inside. You feel this way because you know you'll almost certainly never be able to draw this picture again. I hurts, it really sucks.
I hate the weather around these parts... goes from a blazing salvo into some sort of frigid ice trap... without any of the ice or snow. What ever happened to a little thing called Autumn? The freakin' leaves aren't even orange. I think this year is skipping a few steps.
Ugh... another demon rasin... These things lay in wait, hoping to ruin the days of good citizens. Curse you chocolate covered rasin gods... why have you forsaken me?
Started up the entire "job-hunt" thing again. That's going just swell. I followed up one one place, the girl who answered the phone to set up a, for lack of a better word, meeting didn't know what time it was. She tells me to try back a little later because, and I quote, "...the HR director isn't in right now but, she should be back by 3:00 P.M..." The time was 3:35 P.M.
Another place couldn't get back to me because the manager wasn't in that day; it happens, I know... I call the next day and once again... not in right now try again on Monday. I call one more time on Monday only to be lead through some time consuming gauntlet of stupidity. Eventually, I just told them to call me when the manager came in. He was supposed to come in around 5:00 P.M. I'm still waiting for him to call... what is it now, over three days.
Still waitin' on that call there, pal...
~Kujo~
