Beware...the kidnappings will soon begin...
p.s. Pudding still reins supreme
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Monday, April 30, 2007
MOTIVATION WHERE ARE YOU????
Here I sit with non-crappy work in front of me, yet my motivation eludes me to no end. I think (know) it's this place, this place that doubles as a sponge, absorbing all waves of ambient sanity, inspiration and motivation. If people out there have the impression that graphic designers get to wind down and retreat to a spot (usually on site) that is meant to help conjure up some inspiration (i.e. a lounge with pool tables, video games, ping-pong tables...) think again. The only place that we have here is this prison of a room (actually scratch that, at least prisons have windows in some cells), managed by a dark overlord that has just as much of a "sponge" effect on the aforementioned mental components. ~sigh~
Introducing....the Art Room Enemy!
So folks... here is what our enemy looks like... some nasty little form of mold/fungus with an evil grin.
So far today I've heard about 4 different people sneeze or cough... and in the words of Sea Turtle "we're all gonna die in here..... a slow..horrible..sneezy death"
Monday Morning
Listen to the quiet buzzing of the server computer in the distant corner of the room,
How it’s constant drone somehow creates a feeling of comfort in a room all too familiar to the senses.
The subtle startups of each machine, as they begin their work day in the service of our fingertips.
Adjusting our chairs, somehow seeking some ideal comfort that could never come while at work.
Find yourself struggling with simple levers, to locate any degree of satisfaction in your seating.
It seems to change it’s position every few hours as you wiggle in it’s confines all day.
Clearing and cleaning our desks, as we remove the unnecessary components of the previous weeks dealings.
Tossing away the empty coffee cups, and crumpling up a large pile of yellow Post-Its and reports.
Then we ponder the inevitable workload that is sure to drain our minds throughout the work week.
Recall the weekends events, reliving the highlights of your free time, enjoying your memories of the past.
Debate the issues and problems that have risen from personal shortcomings, taking them to work with you,
Because the weekend simply wasn’t long enough to work our all your life’s problems.
Attempt to begin your week with greetings to your coworkers, and dark coffee by your side.
Trying to make light of the situation you all share confined within these walls for five more days before another break.
Note how your character changes as certain ingrained routines at work begin to take effect on your actions.
Turn the radio on, and feed your ears with the same overplayed music that you subject them to each day,
Allowing the atmosphere of your work day universe to evolve back into it’s typical manifestation.
Grant yourself the cold comfort found in a room that you subject your senses to by choice, but not desire.
A Monday like any other Monday, different from all the others you’ve lived, only by it’s place in time.
Find solitude in the company of coworkers that perhaps would never have made friends outside these walls.
Be thankful, that things could be worse, and somehow find the inspiration to excel where others would fail.
How it’s constant drone somehow creates a feeling of comfort in a room all too familiar to the senses.
The subtle startups of each machine, as they begin their work day in the service of our fingertips.
Adjusting our chairs, somehow seeking some ideal comfort that could never come while at work.
Find yourself struggling with simple levers, to locate any degree of satisfaction in your seating.
It seems to change it’s position every few hours as you wiggle in it’s confines all day.
Clearing and cleaning our desks, as we remove the unnecessary components of the previous weeks dealings.
Tossing away the empty coffee cups, and crumpling up a large pile of yellow Post-Its and reports.
Then we ponder the inevitable workload that is sure to drain our minds throughout the work week.
Recall the weekends events, reliving the highlights of your free time, enjoying your memories of the past.
Debate the issues and problems that have risen from personal shortcomings, taking them to work with you,
Because the weekend simply wasn’t long enough to work our all your life’s problems.
Attempt to begin your week with greetings to your coworkers, and dark coffee by your side.
Trying to make light of the situation you all share confined within these walls for five more days before another break.
Note how your character changes as certain ingrained routines at work begin to take effect on your actions.
Turn the radio on, and feed your ears with the same overplayed music that you subject them to each day,
Allowing the atmosphere of your work day universe to evolve back into it’s typical manifestation.
Grant yourself the cold comfort found in a room that you subject your senses to by choice, but not desire.
A Monday like any other Monday, different from all the others you’ve lived, only by it’s place in time.
Find solitude in the company of coworkers that perhaps would never have made friends outside these walls.
Be thankful, that things could be worse, and somehow find the inspiration to excel where others would fail.
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