We’ve all heard this saying before and time and time again it’s always come around to bite me in the butt.
Pulling an all nighter for finals and then going to work the next day.
Writing a paper on the morning of the due date.
Leaving the office life to sort packages.
“Sig are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yeah no worries!”
I don’t know if that’s I said exactly, but if I had to sum up all my conversations then that would be it. Today was my first day actually sorting and I wasn’t just slapped in the face. I was punched… in the face and then the groin and then dragged through the ground.
My shift was for 5 hours and those were the hardest 5 hours of my life.
Interviewing candidates for 8 hours straight? Easy.
Presenting in front of managers? Nervous as shit, but manageable.
Lifting and sorting packages for 5 hours straight? Mentally easy… physically… Well lets just say pain killers will be my best friend for the next few weeks. To make things worse.. I can’t even draw a straight line without shaking! I am hoping that I’ll get used to it, but if I don’t then taking this job would defeat my true purpose. Which is to draw as much as I can until I reach my goal of becoming an animator.
I want to cry
I want to drink until I pass out
But… I won’t quit.
If I quit now then I’ll never forgive myself. On the bright side at least I won’t need the gym anymore! For now I’ll put drawing on the side and start working on my novel for November.
All right everyone… if you’re reading this then please.. please wish me luck. I’ll need all the luck I can get.