Nine to Five'r expanded

Well the beginning of this week has afforded me the ability to sit and spy, with my camera of course, on what my life could have been had I decided to keep my degree major as Business Administration. Which really means had I decided to stop having fun and get serious about my future. Lame! Now let me clear first and foremost that this sort of lifestyle is not wrong or less than the life that I live (life of a digital artist blog to come soon), however; it is absolutely not the life for me.

Coming into work and sitting at a desk with a bunch of strangers 9 stories up in the air talking about how I am going to win this client or that client all whilst anxiously waiting for 4:30 so I can get to the gym and happy hour before Samantha gets off (cuz she has been serving me drinks for 2 months now and I know she is starting to dig me), because this could be the night that she comes and checks out the Porsche that I have purposely valeted in the front of the building.

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Getting up at 8 to hit the gym for a little bit before I eat breakfast, make a tea and sit at my desk 12 feet from my bed and edit a piece of art while talking on the phone about the next piece that I am going to make or how we can make this piece better before I get yelled at about not hitting a specific deadline while the dog is begging to go outside because he knows I hate shit on the floor all before I decide what I am going to eat for lunch in my own kitchen because I didn't drive anywhere which means my car still has the same gas in it from three weeks ago when it was still just $3.65 a gallon is more my style.

To each his own, but my style doesn't require a suit. . . .hell, it doesn't even require a shower.

Hours for Others

The industry that I am in currently does not really allow me to follow my life as it unfolds.  I am a media maker, film, photography, even my terrible attempts at poetry.  In all of these endeavors the is a client for whom I am working for.  A client who is living, breathing, soaking up the events for which I am hired not to enjoy but rather to document.

I love filming, photographing.  Anybody can take a picture, hit record.  I bend light to my whims and direct the camera to see what I want to express.  I brush the ugly parts from reality and leave an image of what we want history to look like, what we need history to look like.

In all of this, the long hours for others, the lack of sleep, I keep telling myself that it will get better.  I will become more successful, whereby, I can pick and choose the projects that I would like to work on.  I can turn down work.  That's a big accomplishment, to be so busy that you can turn down work.  The roots of this belief is that everyone that I know who is successful in whatever entrepreneurial goal they have, had done so by more or less sacrificing their 20's.  I feel that everyone that you know is doing the same.

I am not sure if this is the right course of action, but more money is coming in the door and at the very least I am in control of my day to day life.  There is no overarching corporation that is looming over me but rather individual clients.  Sometimes its hard to tell which one is more desirable.