I haven't heard anything in regards to the promotion yet today. This is a vile psychological form of Corporate Chinese Water Torture. They dangled the possibility of us hearing the results today, but also mentioned it may not be until the middle of next week.

"The first passage will allow the demon to manifest itself in the flesh."

"Why the hell would we want to do that?"

I keep expecting management to sneak open their office doors, peek their heads out at all of us applicants, laugh maniacally and then slam their doors again - repeatedly.

"I'll swallow your soul! I'll swallow your soul! I'll swallow your soul!"

So far they just keep wandering back and forth throughout the building. Occasionally huddling, grabbing coffee, and laughing casually to one another (Oh, the pain). Sadists.

"Gimme back my hand...GIMME BACK MY HAND!"

If I don't get the job, I'll easily cope. I still have an excellent position with good pay. This is my mantra.

"I'm fine...I'm fine..."

"I don't think so. We just cut up our girlfriend with a chainsaw. Does that sound 'fine'?"

More than likely, I'll easily cope after grabbing a six pack, some cigarettes, and sitting on my balcony while drawing malignant caricatures of my office coworkers. After about an hour (or an entire evening) of this, I'm sure I'll have purged myself of envy and malevolent ill-will.

I've been so busy lately that I'm starting to resemble a decapitated chicken. Between work, art commissions, and school coming up soon I haven't even had time to sit down and breathe regularly.

"Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?"

This, of course, is the reason that I have disappeared for a few weeks. I needed to disable and deactivate this blog to take a few moments to myself and try to relax. Unfortunately, I think I've forgotten what that means.

"Man, this floor's freezing."
"What do you want me to do, fetch your slippers for you?"
"Gee, would you sir? I'd like that."

If that isn't enough, it has to be allergy season on top of everything else. The box of tissues and my nose have almost merged into one entity. I might as well jam the whole thing up my nostrils and be done with it.

"I'm ready, man, check it out. I am the ultimate badass! State of the badass art! You do NOT want to fuck with me...We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks..."



But, there is a silver lining to this cloud, after all (there always is). I'm up for a promotion at work that I may, or may not, be able to attain. I've had four interviews at this point and they are now in negotiations to see who was the best candidate. Competition is stiff this time around, boys and girls, but I'm still crossing my fingers on this one. I, like the rest of America, could do with a hefty raise to make ends meet. Also, I've picked up an agent of sorts to promote my art so that will give me more time on my hands so that I don't have to keep running around trying to pick up side jobs on my own dime.

"How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?"

I would post some of my art that I have done lately on here, but for some reason Blogstream has decided I am not allowed to currently upload images into my gallery. *shakes fist*

"What the hell are we supposed to use man? Harsh language?"