Spent a big part of the day working my ass off for my job. Missed a deadline already (not the first one), and things aren’t going as smoothly as they should. Still feeling not very optimal either, in both workflow and feelings.
And as I was about to write this post, BLAM, it hits me, somewhere near the second half of March is the deadline for a site for a friend of mine (the same one who’s been filming me for her portfolio), and I haven’t done batshit about it yet. Sure, the design there, in my head and crappily sketched on paper using a pen, but daaamn.
Reality hits you hard when you suddenly realise there’s deadlines to everything, and you’re failing at meeting them.
It’s a good experience, and definitely one I’ll be using to get into proper jobs for huge companies a lot easier, but these are pretty stressful times as is and I don’t really need all the shitload of deadlines on my back, too. But I can’t and really shouldn’t quit now. The future holds promises, and I’m wanting to make sure they’re kept. Glorious loot to be rept!
Also I wonder when I’ll rake in some boondollars and climb my echeladder for this whole “job” thing.