Day jobs part 2

I am making a promise to you guys right now-- I will never discuss the details of my day job on this blog.  Or on Twitter or Facebook or anywhere.   

Mostly because it's in real estate, so it's automatically boring. 

But also because I've worked places where they are really tight about what people say about them on the internet.  Like, you could get fired for talking smack about them on Facebook. 

So I don't ever intend for my name and Company Name to come up together on a google search.   Because (as we discussed earlier), I need this job for money and I don't want to lose it.

Plus, I would say, out of all the jobs working corporate I've had-- this one is not bad.  The people are not assholes determined to make you hate your life, which I can't say for every place I've worked.

With all that said, the day job is kicking my ass right now.  I normally work 10 hours a day, 4 days a week.  Which is amazing because it gives me the time I need to conduct art business and make the art.  So I work the 4 days, work on art stuff all day Friday while Josh is at work and then work maybe half days on Saturday and Sunday. 

But I've been doing overtime lately, so for the past couple of weeks, the days have been closer to 12 to 13 hour days.  And my ass is pretty throughly kicked right now.  It's not pretty when you have to keep injecting caffeine into your system every hour just to keep yourself on your feet.  I was walking around yesterday like a zombie. 

Instead of moaning BRAAAINS, I was moaning FILES instead. 

I have this enormous list, and I can't even figure out where to start.  I've lost the power to understand which things come before other things.  And I need to rewrite my artist's statement.  Which I don't think I can do right now. 

It would probably end up something like-- 

I MAKE ART GOOD!  LOOK AT IT!  LOOOOK!  BUY!  Do you have a place where I can get some money for these paintings??  GIVE IT TO ME.  I used fortune cookies! I AM A BOSS ARTIST!   

I'm pretty sure that won't go over well. 

I think I'm going to address some postcards and then take a nap. 

Damn.  I feel pretty bad, you guys.