Some griping and bitching.

As Jeff would say, "I'm feeling the flow today".

Yep. I'm in a mediocre mood. The news on tv for the last week has been lousy, and I feel that this is a self-indulgence that will strike readers as trivial and inconsequential in comparison to the severity of the aftermath of the hurricane, the media's orgy of coverage on the aftermath down in the south, and everything else that's going on...but fuck it. Read on if you want to know something other than how bodies are floating in the flood waters, thousands of people have become displaced , and that mother in Aruba has finally given up her hopes of finding her daughter and left to return to the States.

I'm a lame duck trainer. Given my two weeks notice here, and I'm ready to get the hell outta here. I can already feel the eyes of the owner staring on me when he's here, probably wondering why I decided to move on...he's wondering why I wasn't content to make bank for him while he pays me sub-$10/hr? Yeah...about that, bucko.

The comic strip has led to some new freelance work, and that seems to be going well. I've got a good side job already from it, and it makes up for the lack of compensation for the comic itself. I knew this going in, and I'm cool with it. I dig the exposure from the publication, and hopefully I can get some more clients out of it. I ran into an old friend at the Brewhouse the other night who told me it was cool seeing my stuff in the paper again, but it seems to him that it's PG humor...not what he recalls from the college strip I drew. Well, yeah. My demographic isn't frat boys and cynical college students anymore. I have to broaden the strips appeal a little, ya know?

I'm holding out hope with my friend, Design Girl, on her offer to snag an interview with her office for me in the near future. It sounds like a great position, great benefits, and overall...a great opportunity to get my tail back to the North. Cross yer fingers people. I am. As far as the other job position I interviewed for last week...still have yet to hear from the regional manager, but I've been assured he's going to contact me this week to go over the final details on the job. The old saying, "Don't count yer chickens before they hatch" comes to mind. Oh well, I was ready to move on from this gym anyway.

Shoo and I were talking the other night about the new jobs I MIGHT be landing, and how nice it would be for me to finally have a job that would afford me a little disposable income. Yeah, what the fuck is THAT? I haven't had a decent job position since I graduated in 2001...already starting to forget what it felt like to have a few grand in my account balance. All that stuff I gripe about wanting to buy for myself; laptop, new road bike, design studio; might be time to get some plans together for it.

But back to that old saying again.

Anyway...there's that, and then there's reality.

Shit.

Addendum: Gilligan, aka Maynard G. Krebs, aka Bob Denver passed away last night. RIP, little buddy.