Inconsistency Got Me Messed Up

I don’t even gotta explain shit. My job’s got my schedule screwed because of the 4th of July (it’s NOT a paid holiday?!), and….y’know, this is one of the few times where I get face-slammed into the fact that I’m middle-aged.

Y’know, with my energy levels and physicality I usually out-do my younger wife in a lot of stuff, partying included. I’m the kinda dude that’ll go to Denny’s late at night, go out for a jog, get a couple hours of sleep and we’re GOOD, son!

But, y’know…once, when I was younger, I was holding down two jobs, training, and generally fighting in the streets. I was literally not sleeping for 24 hours at a time in the middle of the week since I’d be coming off of my armed security job then immediately get in on my groundskeeping job.

I remember fondly just passing the fuck out the odd Friday and waking up Saturday night ‘cuz goddamn, we livin’ La Vida Loca or summat.

Now, with that stated, I’m used to 8 hour shifts now in my middle age…or even less. For six years I was an office manager and only came in for, like, 2-4 hours a day, which also reflected in my pay, but yooooo was it GREAT for art! Books, music, the works, all because I had the schedule I did, even though it kept me back financially.

But the artist MUST sacrifice, whether it be money, time, or sleep. We pay to get the job done, but we #getthejobdone godammit.

So. My current job, gettin’ me that money and getting my family the fuck on finally, put me on four 10 hour shifts and….yo.

I hate that shit.

I am LITERALLY willing to stay on closing shift (which I also hate, but nowhere near as much) in order to never, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER do that again!

I…I don’t know if this is the reminder I need that I’m in middle age or not, but goddamn.

That shit wasn’t baller.

Also we never got to the meetup because my lead guitarist’s grandfather (our first roadie and one of our first fans!) caught that COVID. Rescheduled, all is well thus far, just do nothin’ but send love and as much good vibes his way as possible, yo.

In the meantime, the beta reader group (three people lol) has, at least, begun! 2004 pages, literally 560k+ words altogether and that ain’t even countin’ certain projects like the Probably Useful Children’s Stories (Note: Definitely Not For Children).

For tonight, though? Update the blog, chill the fuck out, get back to a normal schedule and get shit done.

OH, also - despite the schedule fuckery, I still ended up finishing off a new comedy book, slapped right into the Beta Corps on Twitter.

Want in? Hit me up on Twitter, I’ll hook you up.