I haven't really posted a journal since the start of the pandemic, and my art posts have been sporadic too.

My day job has turned into a bit of a nightmare of responsibilities over the course of the last few years. It's the same story as everywhere, insufficient staffing leading to overwhelming workloads with no expectation of being paid more to compensate, in addition to all of the usual pandemic nonsense like ineffective safety standards and people getting into fights with me for asking them to slip their mask up over their nose. It's been very frustrating to see peoples' contempt for public health. I hope I've been making a difference to the spread, in a small way, but my employers are constantly undermining us and failing us. It's left me feeling very jaded and cynical and generally spiritually run down. So art has to be sporadic.

I'm working on transitioning to a career that will give me the mental space and financial income I need to move ahead in life, but I'm not particularly well connected socially, a bit of a hermit really. But I believe in myself and I know I can do it if I persist. I can't really say what the industry is yet but it's unionized and those are the only jobs that pay enough nowadays.

Furry has been an extremely stable influence and I'm so grateful to all of my friends that I've become closer to during these past couple of years, and for all the cool art and good times y'all have been sharing. In a world that seems increasingly unreliable it's nice to know I can always slide into fuzzyworld when I've had enough.