Monday, September 12, 2005

I've got a bad case of the Mondays! Ha! Ha!

No, seriously. My doctor thinks I may need surgery.

Work is kicking my ass. I really shouldn't complain, as I just spent a couple of hours putting together a lion made out of Legos. But still. I am unmotivated to the extreme. When should I finally decide to call it a day, and live the life of a pauper artist? I mean, I roll my eyes at those who refuse to "work for the man" (because it's so much more noble to work for peanuts, and to not have health insurance), but I still wish I wasn't, well, working for the man. Not because of any political or pseudo-wannabe-bohemian stance but because I would be so much happier if I was actually spending 40-hours-plus a week doing things I like to do. I could probably come up with a couple of money-making schemes, and go into business for myself. However, I have an inherent laziness and tendency to not follow projects through to the end (see: Art-o-mat blocks, still unfinished and unsent; see: www.chowflap.com; see: strip quilt project, on hold until it gets colder out; see: Fellowship of the Ring book, abandoned halfway through). I have completed many things, though, so I am trying not to get all defeatist on my ass.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I always say that if we had universal health care, my life would be way different. I would not have quit a job that was my actual and factual calling, for one. I might pursue the comedy in a more real way. I can see simplifying and moving into a studio or something. I can see living on the cheap (I've certainly done that before), but I cannot rationalize living without health insurance.

And so the work-a-day world continues for me. Alas. I know exactly what you're talking about.

Anonymous said...

Seriously! I agree with Jennifer. With a baby on the way, we will be venturing into the world of - "family insurance costs WHAT!?!?!" ouch. So, yes, no dreams of being a stay-at-home mom will come true for me. Working for insurance - the American freakin' dream! There is only financial room for one free-lance artist type in our house, and my husband had the motivation and ambition to actually do it - so he wins, darn him. But, he will have to be part-time Mr. Mom, so this will get interesting...

working for "The Man" has become the only way to get health care for us poor artist types - so work those legos honey! (I would love to see a pic of the lion too, ya know.)

Ohhhhh Canadaaaaa...

debl said...

Here's the lion I made. Seriously, I just followed the 40 pages of instructions, so it looks just like this:

http://shop.lego.com/product.asp?p=4884

Um, hello, You're pregnant?!? Congrats!! We need to hang out again. (I hope this is who I think it is. My brain has holes in it, eaten by moths, or NYC cockroaches most likely. )

I work with many women who are the "breadwinners" for the family - they provide a regular income and insurance, and the menfolk have more flexible schedules and do a lot more childcare. They all (husband and wife) seem to do very well with the arrangement.