If I could snap my fingers and have all this work take care of itself, I would. Being buried under 2 weeks worth of agency level work is crazy. And being the only designer on staff makes it even more crazy. I wish I could clone my brain and implant it into my intern, I’m positive she’d be cool with that.
It’s already 1:30 and there’s still 2 hours of work left to do before I retire for the night. Sorry Tumblr, I’m just rant-shit-dumping on my way home from a ‘long day at the races’ and I seriously need to vent, or murder, or fuck, or burn, or something, or all of the above.
On the upper handed side, I have a half bottle of Sailor Jerry’s waiting for me in my kitchen, and maybe I’ll get a late late phone call with that one kid who makes my guts warm.