I have to draw up signs for Harry fucking Potter.
See, the new book comes out on Saturday and, as our company didn't send our bookstore any nice Harry Potter signs, my boss thought it'd be a nice idea for me to draw the signs. Four of them. The dimensions being about -oh- three and half feet long and ten inches high. I initially said I didn't have the time, but then my boss gave me an interesting idea on how I could be paid. No, not head.
I would work on them from home, time myself, and if it took, for example, three hours, then I could leave early or come in late by three hours someday this week but still get paid for those three hours. Pretty rad.
Now, the bad part of it is, she gave me the blank signs yesterday, I was to work on them today (my day off), and turn them in tomorrow...and I have only two done. They're taking me fucking forever. My hand is all fucking cramped up and my neck is killing me and I've already blown like 4 hours on these two (off-an-on, mostly because I'm stoned tonight), and I have to be at work in eight and a half hours. Oh yeah, and sleep too. Fucking Harry Potter.
And I have this sneaking suspicion I may not get all the hours. I'm putting a shitload of detail into these fucking things (I love cursing when discussing a kids' book) and I don't think she'll believe me when I tell her how long they took. Fucking wizardy bastard.
See, the new book comes out on Saturday and, as our company didn't send our bookstore any nice Harry Potter signs, my boss thought it'd be a nice idea for me to draw the signs. Four of them. The dimensions being about -oh- three and half feet long and ten inches high. I initially said I didn't have the time, but then my boss gave me an interesting idea on how I could be paid. No, not head.
I would work on them from home, time myself, and if it took, for example, three hours, then I could leave early or come in late by three hours someday this week but still get paid for those three hours. Pretty rad.
Now, the bad part of it is, she gave me the blank signs yesterday, I was to work on them today (my day off), and turn them in tomorrow...and I have only two done. They're taking me fucking forever. My hand is all fucking cramped up and my neck is killing me and I've already blown like 4 hours on these two (off-an-on, mostly because I'm stoned tonight), and I have to be at work in eight and a half hours. Oh yeah, and sleep too. Fucking Harry Potter.
And I have this sneaking suspicion I may not get all the hours. I'm putting a shitload of detail into these fucking things (I love cursing when discussing a kids' book) and I don't think she'll believe me when I tell her how long they took. Fucking wizardy bastard.