Sunday, October 27, 2002
Paging a physics major |6:46 AM|
Just as a note, if you are ever carrying something heavy and begin to fall, you can radically change the course of your fall by hurling whatever it is you're carrying. I have seen this principle save several folks from injury, and this evening it saved my face. I was carrying a bag of garbage out of a friend's apartment as a favor when both of my shoes lost friction, and my legs shot out from underneath me. Now, the reason this traction failure was not a Catastrophic Failure was that I immediately whipped the bag of trash over my head and into the direction of the fall. This gave me the tiny push I needed to be in range of a hand rail, which I grabbed and saved myself from smashing my face into the ground. Woo hoo. It ain't exacly amazing, but the physics are what's important.
I'm also babbling to avoid talking about the stupid shit bugging me at...christ, 6:35am. I think I gained an hour this evening as well, so I've been up for a long, long time.
When the major accomplishment you can chalk up for a day is "made halloween costume" or "Cleaned kitchen" it's probably time to re-examine just what the fuck you're doing. It's not like I'm some kind of great artist, in a slump. I'm a fucking computer technician. In fact, I'm fairly certain you could base a definition of "What is art" on "What Cecil can't do". I can certainly TRY painting, but no one is going to say I did a good job. Same goes for fiction writing, or poetry. No one is ever going to call script manipulation or computer repair "art".
Merely managing to stick with this job long enough to get hired on for an obscene amount of money is sort of an accomplishment. But, as always, I'm second guessing myself. Luckily, I've got enough confidence to say to myself "I did the right things". Hell, one of the reasons I still bother with this journal is a way to look back at particular dates and times and get an idea of my mindset.
This is still a form of communication, though. Somewhere between open letter, graffiti sprayed on a wall, and screamed phrases from rooftops. Hell, there are probably still people reading this that I've never talked to, or people reading it that I don't suspect.
On a happier, and nearly as vague note, my finacial situation is steadily improving. True, I'm still having to pull a lot of overtime, and I currently lack health insurance completely, but hey, it's all a gamble. What this means is I still have a couple hundred in the bank, after rent and a couple bill payments. I can even send checks to the cable company and the electric company to get them off my back. That's a damn good thing. I also have enough to restart the Pictoz shirts in some new, more popular designs.
There's a lot of shit that needs to be done. To keep away the standard melancholy that sets in on sundays, I'll try to get as many of them accomplished as possible.
Return Thomas's DVD.
Clean up the book keeping on the pictoz site.
-Figure out if anyone still needs to be shipped a shirt
-set the inventory numbers to 0, until an accurate count is made
-look into "hooded T-shirts"
Finish the laundry
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