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10 years ago
Howdy Furs and furrettes! ;3
Project: 100 Ladies
Progress: 50%
GOAL : Reach 50 Success
GOAL : Reach 55 Success
GOAL : Reach 75
Project: 100 Ladies
Progress: 50%
GOAL : Reach 50 Success
GOAL : Reach 55 Success
GOAL : Reach 75
If you read this, good on you, you are a nice person and I appreciate that you've taken the time to read on what has happened in my life and to understand what is going on with me. If its too much of a read just Scroll down and read the TL;DR ( Too Long ; Didn't Read) Version of this journal.
Hi, Tetcil or Tiwolfie here just writing and update. Since the last thing I wrote was in February.
I'm just writing to all my watchers that I'm still alive, and I'm still working on the 100 project little by little. The progress is steady I think I started this in 2010? And due to some events it went on to 2015. So About 5 years. I feel bad of course. I'm gonna finish and I'm just about half way. If you peeped at my Journal headers/footers you'll see that I have made progress and I only have 5 more til I reach 50. In which I hope to finally post the next 25 when I do.
My pace will pick up just alittle bit as recently I've become unemployed... sad but true. It was a terrible how I lost the job at the factory too. I went of a 2 week vacation that I had requested and Okay'd because my sweetheart Rinoaai was visiting me. It was a wonderful two weeks and I miss her already. However, turns out the factory replaced me immediately so when I went to return there was no place for me. I was essentially lay-offed.
I don't min it though. I hated that insufferable place all it seemed to do was sap me of my creativity, and hurt me physically. I understand that a job is a job, that it isn't suppose to be enjoyable, but in honesty I rather not believe that. Don't get me wrong there were times at the factory I enjoyed it but most of the time I felt miserable.
By the way the reasoning for my lay-off was because my performance was not to their expectations. Despite the fact that 1. I rarely made a mistake creating the part for the factory. 2. Nothing I ever machined, tooled, inspected , and packaged was ever returned, and I was a model worker because I kept to myself and focused on the job rather than walk about and socialize. Needless to say the reason for my lay-off was , despite how everything I did was high quality and accurate, because I as slow. I wouldn't make production and in honest I dunno why, I tried my best to pick up my pace, but in honesty I'm doing it as fast as humanly possible but apparently nope if I can't make 400 parts in an 8 hour work day then I must be slow.
Regardless ever since I left that terrible place the department I worked for has gone under. They can't make shipments cuz they don't have enough. Other , slacker, employees are recording their counts inaccurately. The supervisor is extremely incompetent to the point that the majority of his work is done by a brown nosing Q.C. ( Quality Control Inspector ). Now I probably just sound mad, but hey it is what it is.
Also around this time prior to my vacation I had to say goodbye to a wonderful friend. My beloved Cat companion, passed away, not naturally but it was for the best. The poor fella was suffering from chronic constipation, and a kidney infection that may as well have been killing him slowly. I was hoping he would hang on til Rinoaai had visited so she could meet him but alas the poor boy couldn't take it. He was growing thin, he was rarely visiting his box to the point he stopped entirely, and even stopped eating all together.
In the end I made the choice to take him to the vet for any solutions. There were solutions, but temporary and very costly solutions. The last solution was to put him to sleep. It really was my only option as he was suffering despite not looking it, and I would know he was because I just had the feeling. He could never speak or show it but some sort of 6th sense connection was telling me that he was. I made the hardest decision I ever could make and I watched him pass away infront of me.
I always told myself that death is natural. Death is just another inevitable fact of life, an end to an experience. The closing chapter. I've had family members die in my family, but in honesty I never felt anything, because I never cared? I guess? I'm not heartless by a long shot, because the people around me that did feel for these passing family members were the ones that I was sad about. I took pity on them. I mean not to long ago my grandfather had also passed away and I felt nothing, but clearly my father as distraught and for the first time I saw him cry as he had lost his father. I felt sad, not because my grandfather died, because I barely knew the man but atleast respected him, but because here infront of me was a man who has nary ever shedded a tear and he was crying. I took pity on him and said nothing.
When my pet passed away I cried and even now it almost brings me to tears because now I'm rather lonely these days in my home, because I don't hear the pit patter of his paws as he strolls around the house, his collar jingling with every movement. I miss him, So it was pretty heavy for me. It still effects me honestly, because I remember those final moments.
I had him cremated and atm he's in a nice floral tin on what I can only describe as a foyer's mantle, which was a place that he would often climb up to to look out the hexagon shaped window when he was a young cat.
Enough of the sad talk right now I need to move forward and do something with my life. I've been searching for jobs and applying but no matter where I apply I hardly get an answer. It always bugs me. Even though I now I have some work experience, that work experience will only ever amount to more factory work and in honesty I NEVER WANNA GO BACK TO A FACTORY AGAIN. Kills my creativity, ruins my motivations, and hurts my hands to the point I can't even hold a pencil , and annoying politics as well as silent judging. I just wanna have a simple job, maybe in retail as some stock boy but I could never really get that specific of a job as those are the jobs that seem to turn me away
My only option is to try and make money off my artwork, but I wouldn't even know how to go about it. I don't have any experience with paypal so I don't know how to go about using such a thing and at times I don't even know if people even like what I draw...
I've had thoughts on maybe making t-shirt designs for like websites like Etsy and often wonder if anyone would even like any of that merchandise at all. I mean I'm not that well known as an artist here or DA which is why I started project 100 to gain a foothold on some recognition. I rarely post anything and I understand I work slow, its just my process. I have no consistency, and sometimes no drive because I don't really get much feedback, and yeah no idea on how to use paypal.
Thx for listening/reading.
Hi, Tetcil or Tiwolfie here just writing and update. Since the last thing I wrote was in February.
I'm just writing to all my watchers that I'm still alive, and I'm still working on the 100 project little by little. The progress is steady I think I started this in 2010? And due to some events it went on to 2015. So About 5 years. I feel bad of course. I'm gonna finish and I'm just about half way. If you peeped at my Journal headers/footers you'll see that I have made progress and I only have 5 more til I reach 50. In which I hope to finally post the next 25 when I do.
My pace will pick up just alittle bit as recently I've become unemployed... sad but true. It was a terrible how I lost the job at the factory too. I went of a 2 week vacation that I had requested and Okay'd because my sweetheart Rinoaai was visiting me. It was a wonderful two weeks and I miss her already. However, turns out the factory replaced me immediately so when I went to return there was no place for me. I was essentially lay-offed.
I don't min it though. I hated that insufferable place all it seemed to do was sap me of my creativity, and hurt me physically. I understand that a job is a job, that it isn't suppose to be enjoyable, but in honesty I rather not believe that. Don't get me wrong there were times at the factory I enjoyed it but most of the time I felt miserable.
By the way the reasoning for my lay-off was because my performance was not to their expectations. Despite the fact that 1. I rarely made a mistake creating the part for the factory. 2. Nothing I ever machined, tooled, inspected , and packaged was ever returned, and I was a model worker because I kept to myself and focused on the job rather than walk about and socialize. Needless to say the reason for my lay-off was , despite how everything I did was high quality and accurate, because I as slow. I wouldn't make production and in honest I dunno why, I tried my best to pick up my pace, but in honesty I'm doing it as fast as humanly possible but apparently nope if I can't make 400 parts in an 8 hour work day then I must be slow.
Regardless ever since I left that terrible place the department I worked for has gone under. They can't make shipments cuz they don't have enough. Other , slacker, employees are recording their counts inaccurately. The supervisor is extremely incompetent to the point that the majority of his work is done by a brown nosing Q.C. ( Quality Control Inspector ). Now I probably just sound mad, but hey it is what it is.
Also around this time prior to my vacation I had to say goodbye to a wonderful friend. My beloved Cat companion, passed away, not naturally but it was for the best. The poor fella was suffering from chronic constipation, and a kidney infection that may as well have been killing him slowly. I was hoping he would hang on til Rinoaai had visited so she could meet him but alas the poor boy couldn't take it. He was growing thin, he was rarely visiting his box to the point he stopped entirely, and even stopped eating all together.
In the end I made the choice to take him to the vet for any solutions. There were solutions, but temporary and very costly solutions. The last solution was to put him to sleep. It really was my only option as he was suffering despite not looking it, and I would know he was because I just had the feeling. He could never speak or show it but some sort of 6th sense connection was telling me that he was. I made the hardest decision I ever could make and I watched him pass away infront of me.
I always told myself that death is natural. Death is just another inevitable fact of life, an end to an experience. The closing chapter. I've had family members die in my family, but in honesty I never felt anything, because I never cared? I guess? I'm not heartless by a long shot, because the people around me that did feel for these passing family members were the ones that I was sad about. I took pity on them. I mean not to long ago my grandfather had also passed away and I felt nothing, but clearly my father as distraught and for the first time I saw him cry as he had lost his father. I felt sad, not because my grandfather died, because I barely knew the man but atleast respected him, but because here infront of me was a man who has nary ever shedded a tear and he was crying. I took pity on him and said nothing.
When my pet passed away I cried and even now it almost brings me to tears because now I'm rather lonely these days in my home, because I don't hear the pit patter of his paws as he strolls around the house, his collar jingling with every movement. I miss him, So it was pretty heavy for me. It still effects me honestly, because I remember those final moments.
I had him cremated and atm he's in a nice floral tin on what I can only describe as a foyer's mantle, which was a place that he would often climb up to to look out the hexagon shaped window when he was a young cat.
Enough of the sad talk right now I need to move forward and do something with my life. I've been searching for jobs and applying but no matter where I apply I hardly get an answer. It always bugs me. Even though I now I have some work experience, that work experience will only ever amount to more factory work and in honesty I NEVER WANNA GO BACK TO A FACTORY AGAIN. Kills my creativity, ruins my motivations, and hurts my hands to the point I can't even hold a pencil , and annoying politics as well as silent judging. I just wanna have a simple job, maybe in retail as some stock boy but I could never really get that specific of a job as those are the jobs that seem to turn me away
My only option is to try and make money off my artwork, but I wouldn't even know how to go about it. I don't have any experience with paypal so I don't know how to go about using such a thing and at times I don't even know if people even like what I draw...
I've had thoughts on maybe making t-shirt designs for like websites like Etsy and often wonder if anyone would even like any of that merchandise at all. I mean I'm not that well known as an artist here or DA which is why I started project 100 to gain a foothold on some recognition. I rarely post anything and I understand I work slow, its just my process. I have no consistency, and sometimes no drive because I don't really get much feedback, and yeah no idea on how to use paypal.
TL;DR
I'm Alive
Still working on Project 100 and the few requests.
Rinoaai and I are back together and we've met <3
I lost my job unfairly.
I'm on unemployment
Job hunting is a bust because I'm not given a chance.
My Cat passed away and I'm sad.
I want to go into merchandising my artwork or even getting commissions but don't know how to go about it.
I have no idea on how to use paypal nor have an account.
I need help/advice.
I'm stressed out, by a few external factors. ( Family )Thx for listening/reading.
