While I was in the midst of working on Monkey Island pages two and three, my wacom decided it didn't want to live anymore. Not that I blame it. It's old. Very old. And it's seen a lot of use.

BUT IM STILL HEART BROKEN. :sob:

Why, Wacom Tablet, why?

I LOVED YOU SO.

Thankfully, I have a backup tablet. It's not a Wacom, but it's a tablet and it'll have to do until I have a real tablet. Trouble is, it's at work. And I never remember to bring it home.



I want you back, my love.

Anyway, it'll be a bit before any new artwork is posted. ;_____;

Here's hoping I can wrangle up some quick cash for a replacement.

By the way...NEW MONKEY ISLAND CHAPTER IS AVAILABLE, YAAAAAAAAY.

Is it really sad that I played through it within hours of downloading it?

Well, I had a really good birthday this year. I spent it with my best friend ~Merlins-Beard spa-hopping and getting facials and our hair done. It was entirely girly, but extremely awesome. In a very girly way. Lots of awesome presents too! My family always over do birthdays, but I appreciate everything that they do for me.

Been keeping up with work and art, surprisingly. I have a bunch of pieces started, but who the hell knows when they're going to get done. This IS me, we're talking about.

Also, I found something amazing at the Dollar Tree today for sheer novelty.

I found a sexy, black and red lacy bra with Dorothy Catalonia on it.

If you don't know who that is, I hate you.

Yes, I bought it.

I'm a pathetic nerd. YAY!

Holy Hell.

Wow, I hardly look at that damn statistics bar, and to my surprise, I passed 15,000 sometime recently.

So, thank you very much to everyone who took the time to view and comment on my art over the years. I really appreciate all the positive feedback and friends I've made here on dA. Here's hoping to many more friends and good times.

A month later, things have...improved, so to say, at work.

Some might recall from my last journal that I was considering leaving my current place of employment. I've since had a talk with my boss about how I felt about our future, and I actually feel a bit better now. I haven't...well, completely ruled out the idea of picking up hours at a potential third place, but the desire I once had for it has been put on the back burner for a little while.

For anyone who has ever worked in or ran a restaurant, you know the drill. Some days are better than others--but that can apply to any job.

Like, for instance, those guys over at Operation: Repo. Talk about a bad day at work. At least no one ever pulled a gun on me while I tried to do my job. o_o;; (On a side note, that show is amazing.)

I haven't been drawing much lately...It's kind of bumming me out.

On another note entirely, my birthday is coming up. I don't know if I'll have any sort of get together...just a day out with my best friend would be great.

Today was my first time at work where I felt like walking out.

The day started off badly enough, where we had to put a hold on the door. It's bad enough that IHOP is kicking Friendly's butt during breakfast hours, but when you have to hold the door because the cooks can't keep up, you know there's a problem. People ended up waiting a half an hour just to sit down, and people who were already sitting down had to wait a little under an hour just to get their meals. Add into this mix very pissy cooks who disrespect anyone who walks behind the grill, servers who are pissy because people are leaving them bad tips and they get blamed for everything that goes wrong in the restaurant, and pissy customers who are pissed for good reason, then you've got a bunch of very angry people barking at the hostesses who have no control over anything.

I had customers swear at me today and tell me I don't know what the fuck I'm doing despite the fact I have no control over anything that was going on today. I had small children throwing things at me, and even more customers demand I do things I haven't been trained, nor am I getting paid, to do.

There are good days at work, but today was definitely a bad one. Everyone has bad days; this is not a rare phenomenon. The only problem is this particular ''bad day'' is starting to become common. Last Sunday, Mother's Day, was the same problem. We didn't have enough cooks and we ended up serving breakfast past 1PM despite the fact we're supposed to stop serving breakfast at 11AM. Everyone left angry; employees and customers alike. Over the last few weeks, I've seen service take quite a dive. To the point where I'm kind of wondering why I should be bothered to care when no one else seems to.

...So I've decided it's time to start exploring other employment venues. Tomorrow, after I pick up my check, Mum and I are thinking about application hunting. As much as I don't want to leave Friendly's, I think maybe...maybe it might be for the best.

Or maybe I'm making too much of this. Maybe it's just a negative reaction to a very stressful period.

I don't know. Maybe things will look better in the morning.

They sure as hell can't look much worse.