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RUSTTRAP: I'm nauseous..I'm nauseous..
10 years ago
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyY4xu4ecQI
Drawing gets a little hard and it maybe how I'm laying. I'm done a concept art for an Ogre a bit ago and while I'm committed to try to complete it, staring at the blaring light of the laptop tablet seems to drill into my eyes. I'm not sure if I'm able to do dimarsh to be honest. The lazy route is to quit everything, go back to work, never look back at what I started so I never have to work on anything that I'm passionate about. Just be passionate at doing the job I used to do in the past instead of doing something new and out of my comfort zone. Fear can keep you from growing and I can easily fall back into being complacent and never experience new and excitement of fulfilling my dreams.
Passion was what made me survived in the working world. I have a passion to make others happy, and a passion in doing the best I can at the job at hand. Because many would go to work and ONLY see the bad things about it, but it's not the right attitude to have if half your life takes place in the working world. I seems to do a better job than my parents when it comes to having a positive attitude at work. While I know things are going to get bad, it doesn't bother me as bad because you know having ups and downs is inevitable. I go to my mom while she's working and ask how she doing and pretty much pick fun at the day we're having. I become a breath of fresh air and I go back to my marry way.
Work had became a game where I try to achieve to best myself. From racing to get done with the primary job so I can start on something at a slower pace, or reading body languages so you can better serve the neighbors that come. I also had worked with weights on so work will be effortless. So I can manage my endurance and pace throughout the day. It fun but it's quite challenging as well. Because my working efforts have become the standards. No one really can work like I do and they shouldn't say that other should be able to do what I do. To my co-workers, they called me superman, because I seem to do more, and don't run out of energy. I put 200% in the day and check out while not letting up.
In the end though, pain started to take hold and crippled my ability to do what I want, so eventually I broke down to 100% till the pain was too much to last another year. It was fun while it lasted. After leaving work, I said to myself. "I can take this opportunity to do what I want. I have all the books I need and the software I invested on, and the know hows in buying stocks and bitcoins, I will start my personal online business."
This decision didn't come easy. I had talked with my superiors who took a liking to an over achieving shy autistic kid that's very enthusiastic at making a career at the work force. I had asked him, "do you like your job?" He said that he does and I also asked him. "how long do you work per day?" He replied 13 hours. And my mouth pretty much dropped. That some serious commitment to a job, but do anyone enjoy it when your work is your home? I seriously thought about increasing my value at my job and going up the latter. Work smarter, not harder. That statement up to this point seems like I'm contradicting myself but it isn't. It's job mastery, and mastery means that it becomes second nature. Nothing you do you're not familiar with. You find out that you have a lot more freedom than you expected. I know I have. I can literally go anywhere, do anything, as long as my primary job is efficiently done.
But there's a dark side of it all....
Years in, while things never improved or changed, veterans of the work place started to KIA. To put it in a way, they eventually start passing away. This is also true when they finally retire and shortly before the year or two is up, they kick the bucket. This saddens me. Most of them are my buddies.. I know each of us have our own paths in life, they probably don't have high expectations in their life. But I do know it isn't for me. I want to work hard at what I love. And while I enjoyed my previous job, it isn't my niche and I'm sure as HELL isn't going to die fulfilling a deadman's defiled dream.
Of course I have set backs. My programs' a bust. The internet evolved, but it isn't the end. While getting a job is still an option to help invest in things I need for it, I don't want it to be the only path. It's easy for family to be too complacent as well that while you're at work, the fund you get are leeched to the point of diminishing returns. I want them to have a positive attitude in what I'm trying to do. I want them to help, not cast it aside with disinterest. The only one I know that supports me is my dad. Sadly, he isn't able to do what he likes. He is an indie comic book artist and who I'm inspired by.
I used to watch him in his art studio sketching and coming up with ideas. I learned a bit of art techniques as well doing that time and I want to do comic strips when I grow up. Heh..that almost came to past til the internet disaster where I'm branded as soon as I got on when I did drawing of anthropomorphic animals and I have not the damnedest clue what the fudge's a furry is. It's what I'm most comfortable drawing and it's fun. With traumatic school experience just years behind that didn't really help...especially when the furries themselves started blackballing those that don't fit in or may give them a bad image, and I was right at the cross-hairs of it.
In the end, my dad had to stop perusing his dream because he had to support his family. he was 28 then. Never really went back to it to be honest. Even when I was old enough to get a job, I had him borrow my tablet pc to do his art, though he never got around to it. It's pretty sad. He can barely see now because he has cataracts. I hope when I get my business started I help get his eye sight restored so he can do what he always wanted. I care about him so much...
Anyways, I want to know if I'm competent to do commissions when I get started but I hate to say I'm a little late to do valentines day. I don't mine anyone helping me spread the word when it comes available.
Drawing gets a little hard and it maybe how I'm laying. I'm done a concept art for an Ogre a bit ago and while I'm committed to try to complete it, staring at the blaring light of the laptop tablet seems to drill into my eyes. I'm not sure if I'm able to do dimarsh to be honest. The lazy route is to quit everything, go back to work, never look back at what I started so I never have to work on anything that I'm passionate about. Just be passionate at doing the job I used to do in the past instead of doing something new and out of my comfort zone. Fear can keep you from growing and I can easily fall back into being complacent and never experience new and excitement of fulfilling my dreams.
Passion was what made me survived in the working world. I have a passion to make others happy, and a passion in doing the best I can at the job at hand. Because many would go to work and ONLY see the bad things about it, but it's not the right attitude to have if half your life takes place in the working world. I seems to do a better job than my parents when it comes to having a positive attitude at work. While I know things are going to get bad, it doesn't bother me as bad because you know having ups and downs is inevitable. I go to my mom while she's working and ask how she doing and pretty much pick fun at the day we're having. I become a breath of fresh air and I go back to my marry way.
Work had became a game where I try to achieve to best myself. From racing to get done with the primary job so I can start on something at a slower pace, or reading body languages so you can better serve the neighbors that come. I also had worked with weights on so work will be effortless. So I can manage my endurance and pace throughout the day. It fun but it's quite challenging as well. Because my working efforts have become the standards. No one really can work like I do and they shouldn't say that other should be able to do what I do. To my co-workers, they called me superman, because I seem to do more, and don't run out of energy. I put 200% in the day and check out while not letting up.
In the end though, pain started to take hold and crippled my ability to do what I want, so eventually I broke down to 100% till the pain was too much to last another year. It was fun while it lasted. After leaving work, I said to myself. "I can take this opportunity to do what I want. I have all the books I need and the software I invested on, and the know hows in buying stocks and bitcoins, I will start my personal online business."
This decision didn't come easy. I had talked with my superiors who took a liking to an over achieving shy autistic kid that's very enthusiastic at making a career at the work force. I had asked him, "do you like your job?" He said that he does and I also asked him. "how long do you work per day?" He replied 13 hours. And my mouth pretty much dropped. That some serious commitment to a job, but do anyone enjoy it when your work is your home? I seriously thought about increasing my value at my job and going up the latter. Work smarter, not harder. That statement up to this point seems like I'm contradicting myself but it isn't. It's job mastery, and mastery means that it becomes second nature. Nothing you do you're not familiar with. You find out that you have a lot more freedom than you expected. I know I have. I can literally go anywhere, do anything, as long as my primary job is efficiently done.
But there's a dark side of it all....
Years in, while things never improved or changed, veterans of the work place started to KIA. To put it in a way, they eventually start passing away. This is also true when they finally retire and shortly before the year or two is up, they kick the bucket. This saddens me. Most of them are my buddies.. I know each of us have our own paths in life, they probably don't have high expectations in their life. But I do know it isn't for me. I want to work hard at what I love. And while I enjoyed my previous job, it isn't my niche and I'm sure as HELL isn't going to die fulfilling a deadman's defiled dream.
Of course I have set backs. My programs' a bust. The internet evolved, but it isn't the end. While getting a job is still an option to help invest in things I need for it, I don't want it to be the only path. It's easy for family to be too complacent as well that while you're at work, the fund you get are leeched to the point of diminishing returns. I want them to have a positive attitude in what I'm trying to do. I want them to help, not cast it aside with disinterest. The only one I know that supports me is my dad. Sadly, he isn't able to do what he likes. He is an indie comic book artist and who I'm inspired by.
I used to watch him in his art studio sketching and coming up with ideas. I learned a bit of art techniques as well doing that time and I want to do comic strips when I grow up. Heh..that almost came to past til the internet disaster where I'm branded as soon as I got on when I did drawing of anthropomorphic animals and I have not the damnedest clue what the fudge's a furry is. It's what I'm most comfortable drawing and it's fun. With traumatic school experience just years behind that didn't really help...especially when the furries themselves started blackballing those that don't fit in or may give them a bad image, and I was right at the cross-hairs of it.
In the end, my dad had to stop perusing his dream because he had to support his family. he was 28 then. Never really went back to it to be honest. Even when I was old enough to get a job, I had him borrow my tablet pc to do his art, though he never got around to it. It's pretty sad. He can barely see now because he has cataracts. I hope when I get my business started I help get his eye sight restored so he can do what he always wanted. I care about him so much...
Anyways, I want to know if I'm competent to do commissions when I get started but I hate to say I'm a little late to do valentines day. I don't mine anyone helping me spread the word when it comes available.
