Work
I gotta tell you I'm a little freaked out - with work. I'm trying not to be, I'm trying to be very zen and all, but the workload the last few weeks has been a bit nuts. I worked nearly 50 hours last week and i will hit 45 or more this week too. And I don't mind that so much. Well I do, but they pay overtime so I can get over it. But it's more the workload and the timelines. The pressure is what's kinda fucking me up a bit. The "oh, i'm going away for two days and i need that before I go" emails that arrive at 4:45 the day before. I guess this is the working world. I'm just not used to it I suppose. Part of it is of course that there's no real opportunity to cut corners. All I do is write, so a press release or a thing has to be original and everything's on the page. It's the one annoying part about being a wrier.
A painter can take magazine clippings and shellack them onto a bit of plywood and it's 'art'. A 'DJ' can steal (er, sample) other musicians' music and call it a song. And they're both applauded for how 'original' they're being. Yah well, I want to randomly slice paragraphs out of James Joyce, Sidney Sheldon and Daniel DeFoe and call it a fucking press release. But NO that'd be palgiarism. Fucking Intellectual Property lawyer assholes.
The work thing will pass, I'm told it will ebb and flow, It's flowing, I'm counting on ebbing sometime soon. And I'll get faster, and I'll get better at pleasing the people I'm writing for. I hope. Or I'll get fired. Which considering the workflow, even in my worst moments I acknowledge is unlikely.
