#ie a small town in rural texas. where i live in a building that used to be a halfway house and which has been condemned since 2013.

[bitchfitch]

Hey I feel like I have to ask...what is your job?

Not Fucking That! My job is to sit at home (usually in my bed with my cats) drawing things for people so rich they could buy god and then take a tropical vacation to their fifth house because that acquisition was Soooo exauhsting.

Ok, like, i draw concept art for products and ~experiences~ and other misc marketing materials like fucking slot machine pinups (Yes i am still mad about that). ok, and that means i Very rarely have to deal with anyone other than my managers and the other artists on the ~team~ (it's not, the teams exist to give management excuses to fire people for "lagging behind and holding back the team"), with rare meetings with the "outreach team" the folk who go and piss around with the aforementioned rich as fuck clients. And since we all get payed on commission until we reach a cap, and the cap for the outreach team is about 10x higher than the cap for the artists (the people doing the fucking work) they get payed a Whole lot more and go to lots and lots of fancy places to nod and say yes to whatever brantworth the 24th wants.

What happened this weekend was not normal. It's not my job. I was just the only person in the company who physically could make it out this way in time to get the deal done.

The plus side is i got to go to a convention i didn't think i was going to be able to. so that was fun. Met the artist who's like, the only reason I'm an artist and bought a stick. Silver linings and all o that.

(also before anyone asks, No, I did not make a lot of money from this bc the cap is calculated as a biweekly thing (to make sure you don't just work hard the first week of the month or somethin and then take a vacation once the cap was met) and i will still have to do all the work i normally would to "keep up with the team")

sorry for ranting. that one's been building up in me for a while.