I am so incredibly bored today. It’s not as if I don’t have a ton of Photoshop work I could occupy myself with, it’s just nothing particularly pressing, nothing requiring that adrenaline rush that I love so well.
If I had something better to do, the work could wait until Monday — speaking of which, this shot is an outtake from the furniture store ad I shot earlier in the week. I am just at loose ends today — nowhere to go, nothing to do, no one to talk to. Sometimes it seems like 24 hours are way too long, and the thought of enduring an infinite supply of them is more than a little overwhelming.
I guess that’s part of what I enjoyed about my old job as an editor. I could totally give myself to the paper, immerse myself in work, put in an 80-hour week and still not have enough time to do everything that needed to be done. These days, I can make the same amount of money in a day or two. A few hours. I rarely put in a full eight-hour day. I shoot for an hour or two and post-process for another two or three hours.
Of course, if I were more diligent I could bury myself in more work than I could handle, which isn’t such a bad idea. At least I wouldn’t be pacing the floors, grinding my teeth until the next job comes to distract me for a while. Shooting is a drug like writing is a drug like eating is a drug like work is a drug. Other people go to the movies, go shopping, talk on the telephone, wash their cars. Me? I just lose my mind. I hate weekends.
Music of the day: I’m Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance