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the weekend was just too good

August 11, 2003 — Leave a comment

why is it, getting paid in the country is such a fucking problem?

you come and find me; you had to work real hard, because you get the number in the house that less that 10 people have, ask me to do the work, i go out of my way to help you. i send you a bill and crying over it.

what the fuck is that about?  you fucking well found me, i didn`t come begging to do this shit. pay me my fucking money and stop whining.

i hate this fucking shit. i hate the colonial fucking mentality. i`m sure when the fucking assholes in europe saddled them with the illegible piece of shit they were on his knees paying homage to them. if they had to send the file back to get it converted they would have to pay more than what i`m charging. i hate being in a position, where i need the money, so i have to back down on the price.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

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wheee! bleep!

August 5, 2003 — Leave a comment

i am firmly of the belief that my boss is sniffing crack in her office, either that or every time she opens her mouth a little more of what`s left of her brain leaks out.

i must be a complete fucking idiot to think i could work for someone so insipid. i have no idea why she`s irking me so much. actually that`s a lie, we get a brief [well not an entire brief, just an outline] for a presentation on august 20, now bear in mind, i spent most of yesterday working on an ad for another bunch of morons [which we had the pleasure of doing because of some political connections of one of our board members]

[aside: i always knew the police service here was populated by morons, yesterday i discovered how high up the chain the stupidity goes.]

on with the tale, this morning, the braindead wonder called my boss comes up to me and says `i need a logo design for * [* being the client we`re presenting to on aug 20], tomorrow, i need to animate it.`

WHAT THE FUCK?

breathe. i applied for the bank job. i don`t have to put up with this shit. i can find a better, less stressful job. i know i can.

all of this begs the question, why am i so upset? i`m upset because i barely have a brief, haven`t been able to do any research and the hair flicking, tittering nitwit wants me to assign it to my junior artist as well.

my resume and portfolio are here. if you have a job for me let me know. please.

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we’ve been down this road before

August 4, 2003 — Leave a comment

I HATE MY FUCKING JOB! I HATE MY CHEAP-CORNER-CUTTING-BOOK-SENSE-ONLY-CAN’T SEE PAST THE END OF HER FUCKING NOSE-IDIOT BOSS!

ok, now that i’ve gotten that off my chest. god, i hate that place, i hate the jobs we end up doing and the clients and the friend of friends and the politics. and i ponder why i’m still at this job. although i saw an opening in the papers for a graphic artist at one of the banks. i think i’m going to go for it. it can’t be any worse than my current job. hmmmm. let’s look at the plus side, better pay, benefits, probably full time internet connection, real working hours…

hmmm, what the fuck am i waiting for? [well i need to talk to vic first, but otherwise i think this is a good idea]

i just finished watching 28 days later, which was amazing. well written and well directed. not your average horror flick.

vic and i are still looking for somewhere we can afford to go to for thanksgiving. tickets here are ranging between the ridiculous and the obscene. Toronoto was our fall back position, but that’s just as bad, right now the most reasonable destination seems like london. anyone has any suggestions for us for the last week in november let us know.

A GREEN Dragon Lies Beneath!


I took the Inner Dragon online quiz and found out I am a Green Dragon on the inside. My Inner Dragon is the embodiment of Nature and the Earth. Greens spend almost all of their time below the canopy or just above the treetops in tropical rain forests. Not a bad life considering every other creature in the forest looks up to me, figuratively and literally. I speak the language of every animal and plant in my domain and know most of them by first name. If people mess with my forests, I’m more than happy to wail on their puny butts. Because of my protector/caretaker role, I am the Earth Elemental dragon.

Naturally my whole life pretty much revolves around the other couple million species I keep an eye on, but that’s not my whole dragon. I also like to like to impose my steadfast will on others, commune with Nature, and lobby governments for alternative fuels and conservation. My favorable attributes are gemstones, mountains, caves, soil, respect, endurance, responsibility, prosperity, and purpose in life. Folks shouldn’t get the idea I’m a hippy pushover though, because my breath weapon is a nasty Fire/Acid combination. Maybe I should invest in a hemp shirt reading “Don’t knock my smock, or I’ll clean your clock.” *wink*

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this post brought to you by the letters ‘J’, ‘K’, ‘N’ and ‘N’

August 1, 2003 — Leave a comment

i went to the movies last night with j, who i hadn’t hung out with for a while, she’s always fun and good to shit talk with. we went to see LXG and Bad Boys 2. LXG was entertaining. not great, just entertaining, there were some bright spots and seeing it in a theatre full of illiterates didn’t help. there were a couple of  literary in jokes but for the most part it went whooshing over the heads of the masses. however Bad Boys 2 was completely and utter dreck, it seemed forced and uncomfortable and turning into a propaganda film in the last 20 minutes just completely ruined it for me [the masses on the other hand, just completely ate it up], which leads me to believe, i’m too old for mass consumption fare anymore, but i’ll see the trailers and get sucked again and again.

anyway, after the movies [1am, mind you] i dragged j to afterdark. to hang out for a bit with the usual suspects. K leaves in less than 2 weeks, it was after dark’s last night and i owed my 6000th visitor a drink what other reasons did i need to trek off to AD?

i got there, it was hot and packed. j ran into a bunch of people she knew and i saw everyone i came to look for. the low point of the nights events is the sleazy man that tried to pick me up. oh ‘i’m the hottest man there’ [maybe i was, because the a/c was perpetually broke] and he’s bi, his girlfriend is away, his exes are there, blah, blah, blah, blah. and the fucking grabby hands, i don’t mind dancing, i can’t expect to go to AD and not have a man dance with me, but motherfucker, keep your hands to yourself. not under my shirt, not on my ass [well there are conditions and you dancing behind me and trying to cop a feel is not cool] , no crotch grabbing. which brings me to a couple other points, if i want to know what you had in your pants, i’d ask, i have no interest in feeling your tiny semihard dick on my ass, i have no interest in putting my hands on your tiny dick and i most certainly don’t want you copping a feel of my goods. how many times must i move your hands before you get the hint. [thank you, thank you, thank you N, for saving me from that sleazy fucker]

phew needed to get that off my chest.

we left shortly after, i got tired of wondering if sleazy boy would be back and it was after 3am and i was tired. not sure what we’re up to tonight but the rain has started pouring and i think it’s a good plan for me to crawl back into bed.

i’ll be back later. ciao.

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please, thank you, sorry, good day

July 11, 2003 — Leave a comment

how hard are these words to say? i used to believe that trinidad had no customer service [i don’t doubt it] but i’ve come to realise that the problem is that trinidadians are just fucking ill mannered.
i don’t want to believe i’m special, because my friends and their children are polite. yeah, we can be fucked up with people we don’t like, but common courtesies come easy to us.
why is it so hard for other people, you get into a taxi a simple good day would suffice. no, hardly ever happen, people bounce into you in the street and look as if they want to beat you.
it wasn’t always like this, i’m sure. the fact that i have manners is indicates that  i learned it somewhere.
well not somewhere, my mother taught me well, there are things i still don’t do reflexively. is this what is missing? is this why we have all these ruffians and our out of control crime situation?

can our national crisis be solved with good manners?

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and we wonder why the country is in a state

June 30, 2003 — Leave a comment

i have the misfortune of doing work for the miscreants that purport to run this country. and if the way this job is organised (actually disorganised and mismanaged), then i’m not surprised by the state the country is in.

the person that’s supposed to liase with the agency, is an arrogant, self-important, pus ridden, infected, affected twat. and is seriously angling herself for me to tell that to her.

i should be more angry, but the good feelings that have be engendered since friday and vic’s impending arrival are holding sway. i needed to exorcise that bit of vitriol before i continued work. i’m making changes, to what remains of the template that was developed.

i’ll be back later.

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being broke always puts me in a vile mood

June 18, 2003 — Leave a comment

i really should have a better control of these mood swings. but the concept of spending what is a 4 day weekend with $4 in my wallet does not fill me with joy. this couple with the fact that i’m supposed to go into work over the next two days.
i actually get paid because it’s a holiday, but fat lot of good it’s going to do me, getting to and fro and getting something to eat.

in an attempt to focus on things other that was destitute state relative to amount of cash that is owed to i’ve been surfing, trying to find various entertainments. there is a lot of serious news but i’m not up to it right now.

these opening gambits are quite entertaining

then there are the continuing adventures of nerve guinea pig- grant stoddard at leather camp

an early forerunner for the bad sex in fiction prize, yes there is such a prize, here are some other examples

going to lay down and read for a while.

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i fucking give up

June 17, 2003 — Leave a comment

i’m a day away from handing in my resignation, i’m not sure how much more this level of shit i can deal with.

day before the shoot, the caterer/food prep my boss organised is unable to provide the quality and kind of food we need for the shoot.  they don’t have the garnishes, they don’t have the time. they don’t even specialise in the menu. on top of which my boss is unhappy with the quote from the photographer and wants to use someone else. bear in mind the office closes in 30 minutes or less but the time this posted, she’s out of the office right now.

it’s a good thing too, cause right now i just want to stab in the eye with a sharpie. i hate the fucking disorganisation and the cheapness of this place.

she doesn’t want to buy flatware, she doesn’t want to pay good photographers, she doesn’t want to buy props, she doesn’t want to pay models. cheap fuck.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

the job does not pay me for this stress. i have 15 fucking dollars to my name. which is just enough to get me home and back tomorrow. i hate this fucking job, my contract says i have to give three days notice (before i quit) til the end of this of this month (then i have to give a month`s notice)

should i quit now? before i kill someone with stationery? (although in this fucking place i`d have to bring my own)

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HOW THE FUCK IS THAT MY PROBLEM?

June 10, 2003 — Leave a comment

it’s midevening i’m sitting around the house by myself in darkness, well not complete darkness, the light from the monitors is enough, i can touch type… i’m looking for some kind of outlet to lash out.

the main phone line has been disconnected (well i can receive calls, but i can’t make any) because i didn’t pay the bill, well that’s obvious, what did i expect. well i expected, that i did a job and would have been fucking paid. this is the fucking annual report project. what is pissing me off even more, is the attitude of the fucking woman. “well i haven’t been paid, i don’t have any money.”

HOW THE FUCK IS THAT MY PROBLEM?

i spent 4 days and as many nights, quite a few of them on very little sleep to finish the job, she didn’t check the job on the press and it printed like shit and now i have to be suffering? and the only reason i haven’t tore into her ass as i rightly deserve to, is because she’s a friend of mine’s wife.

I HATE FUCKING KETCHING MY ASS.

i am talented, skilled, i should not have to be scrambling to make ends meet in this fucking godforsaken excuse of a country. all kinds of idiots and morons with not a lick of talent are out there making money hand over fist. can i? NO! i’m difficult to work with! why? because i don’t put up with shit.

i think i’m really angry at myself, because i broke the fucking rule. half upfront. don’t deliver finished artwork with out a cheque in hand. so here i am 2 weeks later, still not paid. and what pisses me off even more this is the norm here. unprofessional fucks.

my eye is twiching, that’s never a good sign. i haven’t been this angry in a long, long time, i’m grateful that i’m home on my own. actually you know what, i’m going to call and demand my money now, let’s see how that goes…

i’ll be back later.

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hot and sticky

May 30, 2003 — Leave a comment

it’s been raining on and off all day but it hasn’t done anything for the temperature. i frolicked in the rain a little earlier, which was fun, now i’m sitting in front of a fan, while i try to find some degree of inspiration for this logo… still no dice.

so i come here to my daily addiction, i’m missing vic, but i know she’s safe and with the phone bill i already have for the month, i’ll have to sell one of the children pretty soon. k just dropped the tickets for tonight and i’m pretty exicted about the party, i usually don’t get this excited about going out, but tonight feels good or am i just salivating over the prospect of more work on my tattoo tomorrow. i keep looking at the picture of the work done so far and realise all the pain, the itching is going to be worth it.

the annual report project is back like a bad rash, apparently it printed like shit, the colour was off and guess what…
i’m getting blamed. when i signed on for the project, i was told it was a mouse jockey job, i said ok, cause i needed the money. why am i being taken to task because the person who actually took the job:

1. didn’t check the colour swatch (as i instructed) against the stock
2. never checked the job on the press (now how obvious is that)

which brings me to how is this my fault? i  produced the job, didn’t pick the printer or the stock and gave fairly striahgforward instuctions. wait, i took one thing for granted… they knew what they were doing. oh dear, silly me. i asked to see a copy of the report to see what can be done at this stage, not because i care, but because the sooner it’s presentable and approved by the people who sign the chqs, the sooner i get paid.

i still haven’t been able to get in contact with my ride for tonight which is a little worrying not because i can’t get there on my own, but i’d rather not have to worry about it.

i’m off to be all girly in the interim and plan what i’m wearing and decide if to wash my hair or not. i have a 2 hour window before my hair will not dry.

peace.

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