Work is getting a lot busier.
Winter is ending, and it shows. Ice cream is leaving as fast as it does in the summer. And we just got more products. And we will get more stores to sell to.
I was putting effort into making a sticker for a radio station contest. What I have done so far doesn't feel like a winner. And it makes me less inclined to do it.
But, I am going to start working on my animation stuff now. So inspired!
I had a rough time at work last week.
The Operations Manager was gone I did all of his warehouse duties. So lets say, 60% of his job. And my own. So damn I was tired and stressed. Because we dont have a large staff, i had all my regular duties. But everyone at work was supported and we got through it.
So I hit the weekend hard. Alan, and Dana, swapped houses, for guy time and girl time. Respectively. And I painted, drank, gamed, drank, ate, drank, painted sloppily, gamed, and then crashed. 5 hours of sleep till I had coffee, painted, gamed, went to motorcycle show with Mike and Alan, hung out (Mikes place to warm up), painted (my place), ate, painted, people went/got home, showered, crashed. My kinda weekend. Though I wish I gamed more. And thats where the no play comes in.
I miss The Old Republic. But I havent been in PC mode to play it, I have been working for new clients. I will have a meeting with them and play after, well, I hope I can play after.
They way things look now, Warhammer, primarily 40k, is my main hobby. Gaming is great, but I play less each week. Which is very conflicting. Cause I love what I am doing with 40k, but I really miss gaming with my friends.
Mainly my problem is that it feels my crappy ice cream job is eating up all my time and energy. Looking for an out with web. I got to keep at it. And a whole buncha stuff and junk.
I reached out and touched their hand, it was ice cold. Before I could think another thought, they clawed at my hand. "Whoa buddy, whats wrong?" I did not get the response I wanted. What I received was more of a "Guawhahahaa". I made it back up the hill, to my safe hole in the mountain. The person stepped into the torch light.
He looked grim. Green rotting skin, tattered clothes, vile smell. Arms straight at me, stumbling forwards. Frightened, I grabbed the nearest thing to me. A stick. I smashed the attacker in the face. Knocking him back. Seemingly unfazed, he attacks again. One hard strike cracks my sick. The deranged man falls out of my home, struggling to get back up. I search for something else to fight him off. My sword. I grip it with both hands, look back at the door. He was already inside.
"Stop now! Or I will Kill you!". He didn't care, still advanced on me. I raised my sword over my head and swung down. Not surprised, that was it. He fell back, my sword still in his head. Not much to do with a dead body more to drag it out. Glad to have the stink out of my house. I just want to calm down and relax, sleep.
Laying in my bed wondering if this is my new life. Will anyone find me? What the hell time was it? Whatever, I was exhausted. And it was only a day.
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