Work is really getting to me. I'd say more about it, but everyone knows where I work and I'm not interested in getting into any hot water over there. It's hard being in a place with so few kindreds and swimming with - gosh, I don't even know what. I've never worked anywhere where I didn't feel safe making friends with people. I don't have crazy career ambitions. I just want to work and have health insurance and enough money to pay my bills, save a little and spend a little. That's all I want. I'm not trying to climb the ladder on anyone else's back.
The career I want to care about is my comedy. I'm putting a lot of me into that venture. But I need to do more. Problem is time. I can't do it all without burning out a little.
Right now I'm doing, on average, two shows a week. Sometimes three. I work my corporate drone job five days. I work a few hours on the weekend at the radio station. The nights I have free, I'm so tired I end up just lying around.
I need to figure out how to do less, but how?
(Aside: Want to be my patron?)
This is the first time in my life that I haven't been broke all the time, though, and it's all because of this work-a-day job that's been getting to me. Really, it's a huge relief not having to worry about money all the goddamned time. Instead, I can worry about coming unglued.
And who am I kidding? If I were a billionaire, I'd still worry about money; it's part of my DNA.
I'm sure this will blow over. It usually does.
Meanwhile, remember Girls! Girls! Girls! is on Friday. Even if I'm still in this funk, I'll be hilarious on a stage. I promise.
Labels: general malaise