I Can Wear a Tuxedo to Work Every Day

this whole thing has been hilarious. i drew a cartoon on a post-it, somehow got the job, wound up with a wacom tablet, and-- most recently-- was just offered company shares and a monthly salary that is nearly triple the price of rent.

i've done some ridiculous things to pay rent before, but this is likely the most ridiculous yet. the greatest scam possible. i draw cartoon dragons.

there are times i walk down the street just laughing to myself. i think people take me for insane, but i think there's a good chance i am insane anyway.

my mom laughed when she heard i was drawing to pay rent. she and my dad had tried to get me to become some kind of illustrator as a kid-- actually, at times, my dad quite literally tried to force me to become a caricature artist. but i hated the idea of combining a hobby with work. if my hobby became work, then what would i do to stay sane?

that was logic from before i ever had to pay bills. when money doesn't matter, it's difficult to understand the concept of turning a hobby into a paying gig.

though, if my parents had told me, "one day you will have to pay bills and you may as well pay them with your drawings" i would've still said i didn't want to be a part of it. drawing was, and still is, my fetal position: it's where i go when i need safety. and something as innocent as that never seemed like it needed to be molested by paychecks and other work-sorts.

i sort of fell into this dragon-drawing job, and now that i have i'm convinced my theories of why i should never be paid to draw were a bit embryonic and a bunch self-defeatist. this is the greatest way to pay rent the world ever invented.

and while the path away from drawing ultimately lead me right back to drawing, it could not have if i wasn't first the guy who carried your horse feed to your truck, or the quality assurance cubicle-junkie working at atari-- or a tour guide or credit card concierge, for that matter. those experiences are what makes this new job so damn delicious.

"one day you will have to pay bills and will try a million different jobs to learn more about the world and what you will learn quickly is that you'd probably just rather pay those bills by drawing."

i still wouldn't have understood that. but it's closer.

anyway, this whole thing means two things-- one of which affects you more than me-- and they are as follows.

1. i work from home.

in my office, nerf guns are not only allowed, but practically required. the hours are flexible and heavily determined by the deadline as well as the speed in which whiskey is consumed. "proper attire" is a somewhat useless phrase and it is perfectly acceptable to use a scrabble shelf as a business card holder.

oh, and:

2. i'll be able to keep updating this blog regularly.

i'll even try to be more depressed and have bad days to talk about for you.

alright, i'm out!