I’m assuming this will happen at the end of every season at bgosh… I finished my absolute last piece of art, paperwork and all, an hour and a half before the work day was over. New prints and such for spring 2004 won’t be starting for probably a couple of weeks. And the paperwork I had just finished couldn’t be distributed quite yet because it was waiting for approvals from the powers that be.

So I sat back in my chair and thought to myself, “hmmm…. Now what?”

Thought it probably wasn’t such a good idea to play tetris since all the higher-ups are visiting from the big city this week, so I surfed the net for a while, checked out some of the competition and racked my brain for something to make myself look busy. I couldn’t come up with a damn thing. Everything was fuckin’ finished.

Thank god the designers decided to add some last minute artwork that has to be created and approved and revised and approved again and put on paperwork and dropped from the line and then readded again but on fifty zillion different colorways with just a few more minor revisions and approved and then get the final strikeoff fabric type on it and revised the paperwork again with that new information and then printed and sent out by Friday.

Seriously, the process sometimes causes me to want to go out and kill, but at the same time the hectic pace is kind of fun. I love my job. And that is a very, very, very strange feeling for me, especially this far into it. I’ve been at bgosh 6 months on March 3. Holy fucking shit, batman. And I still love my job.

But some people, like my old roommate Chris, possibly have it better than I do. He’s got a gig playing on a cruise ship in the Carribean. Or he did – I think he’s done with that boat and is on another now that goes down to the Panama Canal. I wonder if they hire extremely bad caricature artists for cruise ships? Seriously, have you ever seen me try to draw a person that looks like any actual person? Pathetic. But, to make up for it, I’m pretty good at making stick people that look like people. I guess that’s more like a very, very, very, very simplified charicature, right? I almost got a job doing charicatures at Knott’s Berry Farm a couple of summers ago. They liked my work, and would’ve taught me the whole charicature formula (I bet the whole thing centers around trace this really hideous drawing of a person every time, and put a bow on its head if it’s a girl and a baseball hat if its a boy – then, make sure it’s wearing roller skates and eating an ice cream cone. That’s all there is to it! I possibly could’ve taken this whole sentence out of the parentheses, but what are you gonna do about it?) The problem with working as a charicature artist at an amusement park is it’s not a set pay rate, like minimum wage – you make a few bucks off of each picture you sucker people into paying you to draw. So if it’s a slow day you’re fucked. Which is why I stuck with data entry.

Long story short, I can’t draw detailed lifelike people for shit. But I can draw nekkid people and zoo animals from life in my sketchy animation-frame-drawing style pretty good. You should care because they’re all nekkid, even the animals, and someday when I get off my ass and stop watching tv I’ll have some sketchy type drawings up on the site. Maybe I’ll work on it again this weekend or something. I’d do it tomorrow, but it seems my week is chock full of bgosh 3rd floor team building activities. Tomorrow is another catered lunch (oh, damn, I’ll have to eat for free:) and then after work is wine-tasting at some place near Brooklyn. The bar, not the city. Going to Brooklyn the city would be pretty sweet, though.

Don’t be fooled by the rocks that I got, I’m still I’m still Stephy from the block.