Angry Artists' Journal (original) (raw)

[	mood	|	angry	]

Feb 12th, I got my dream job. Dressed like a freak, had purple hair, filled my cube with comics and my fish. I loved it, loved my boss, he was a closet freak. Our head artist had pink hair.

Fast forward 1.5 years to Sept 12, 2002, Sorry kid, we are laying off all but 2 people in the dept, and you are gone. hrm.. I made it past the first 3 rounds of firing, but not this one.

2 months later, I get a call, PLEASE come back. We need you, it sucks here, we will give you a raise, blah blah. I go back. And it sucks. There is 5 times more work than artists. I spend 60-70 hours of my life in a box, working as fast as I can. Giving up sleep, giving up life. Bailing their arses out of the crapper to be told 4 months later, when it all over..

Sorry, you gotta go again. But we want to bring you back in a month. We have a new contract coming.

2 months later, I call, no contract, stop holding you breath.

To my old boss, may you be plagued with hiccups for the rest of your life.

So, why are you guys angry?