EllyRox

So, as well as working for people who see da footcha. I rent out my artistic abilities from time to time.

As with any job, working in the office, or freelance, sometimes work kills tiny pieces of your soul. It’s a fact of life, you watch them get broken off and float away like bits of ash in the wind, or you feel a sharp pain shoot through your head when someone does something stupid, that you know, you’re going to have to fix for them later.

This is the exchange we (most of us) make to acquire what we must in order to one day, no longer sacrifice portions of our souls and probably, minds.

Today, one of my clients took it upon themselves to not only put me in a position where my integrity / pride are taking a massive hit, but rather than killing some wafer thin, infinitesimal bit of my soul, like work usually does, they took an ice cream scoop to it.

They took an ice cream scoop to my soul, and covered that in Sterno gel, then lit said soul scoop on fire.
And then took a metaphorical dump in the hole they created.

Edit @ 4:15 am: Just for the record, I also hit a bunny while driving home from work a little while ago.  tried to avoid it, it ran across into the other lane, when it cleared my car, I sped up to get away from it, at some point during my trying to pass it, the bunny turned around and ran back towards my car.

You’d think grown-ass 26 year old women don’t cry over something like that. Maybe it’s because the rest of the night was so awesome that I became overwhelmed. Either way, I totally did, I totally cried over hitting a bunny.

Where do I turn in my adult credentials?