It was a long week of work, both at the day job & in the studio. One boss, who does not live inside my head, left for West Palm Beach for the week and the other one who, of course, does live inside my head was working overtime. So I had to both work lots of actual hours for actual boss and then pile on more ephemeral hours for headboss. I’ll say this, but please don’t repeat it… headboss can be a lazy fucker. Most weeks he sits in his ‘72 la-z-boy with a bullwhip drinking buds and falling asleep before thinking about getting me in gear. I’ll show up to the studio, ready to go &… nothing. No structure, no nothing. But as soon as headboss gets a call from the district manager (district manager meaning, of course, any customer… a boutique owner, someone interested in a bag &c.) he whips right into shape and things plug along. So, like some old adage, the more work I had to do, the more work I got done. Headboss & myself finished the project with aplomb, regained some of our confidence & sent away a great package full of ish happiness. The dread I have in the days & weeks before a large workload comes down to me turns into a sort of busy pride once I’m in the work. It’s great to turn down friends’ requests for activities with “oh man, I’m just swamped with work at the studio once I get done with my regular work.” It makes me realize how great it is to actually have a studio as well as having enough work to keep busy in it. Now that everything’s finished we’re still a bit buzzed, I still catch headboss eyeing his la-z-boy every once in a while. I know that soon enough he’ll be back to drooling on my timesheet.
A couple photos from this week…
