San Diego Comic Con in less than a week, or my having to plan getting out of my stupid, boring job soon afterwards.
I already have to come in to cover for someone very early Sunday morning and they tried to get me to do the same thing
today which would have me working a double shift. They even tried to guilt me into covering for someone
tomorrow too. I told my other (temporary) assistant manager (who never concidered staying late
himself) that he better be kidding or I was going to pop him in the mouth. He laughed, saying he was kidding.
I wasn't.
One person has already put in their two weeks and we're suspecting another is on their way out. Everyone else (including myself) is trying to transfer out but there's also a moratorium on transfers until the new manager becomes official (how convenient they didn't say anything out it until people started requesting transfers like crazy). It's easier just to quit right now.
I'm officially putting in my transfer notice when I come back - at least now no one can say I don't have training. My first plan is to go someplace closer to home. I really hate my commute time. At the same time I'm going to be
harassing contacting a temp agency I've sent a resume to a month or so ago.
I've also started putting together my list of projects - my color commission (Now that Vol 4 is out of the way I can concentrate on this), a
Tall Tails color one shot we're going to solicit around, Jose is already percolating the second story arc, and I'm finally putting the finishing touches on my
Egoraven script so I can start laying it out (shit or get off the pot on that project!).
After the high of finishing #20 in two months, I want to be
drowning in comic projects in the next 12 months. Oh, and I haven't even mentioned our little toy-line project yet.
I have never felt this focused before. The hate has got to go somewhere I guess.
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