today i must vent
I hate fucking magazine people. they are of the most shallow ilk. entertainment and fashion magazines tend to harbor the most disgusting, low-life, ego-centric types. their heads are so far up their asses that really, there's no intrusive enough instrument out there to fish them out. People die around them, deadly diseases, pain, suffering, great new miracles in science developing... so much substance out there and all they seem to be concerned with is what celebrity is fucking who and what they were wearing while doing it. And the amounts of money that is thrown around is disugusting. the price they charge for an advertorial page in their pompous little garbage of a magazine is enough to put a down payment on a small house and meanwhile they pay me enough to buy 2 weeks worth of groceries (at most, if I am lucky) to put this fucking page together for them. and they want it NOW. and they will pay me in 4weeks (if I demand it - otherwise they will just conveniently overlook my invoices). fucking assholes. I hate this industry. I have to leave it. I have to find a way to do what I do well and not compremise a single kilojoule of my creative energy for it. fucking fuck fuck. how the hell did I get myself into this? and how the hell do I get myself out? this is not where I belong. and its killing me. it's killing my relationship with my child. it's slowly snuffing the light that used to lead me.
FUCK
I hate fucking magazine people. they are of the most shallow ilk. entertainment and fashion magazines tend to harbor the most disgusting, low-life, ego-centric types. their heads are so far up their asses that really, there's no intrusive enough instrument out there to fish them out. People die around them, deadly diseases, pain, suffering, great new miracles in science developing... so much substance out there and all they seem to be concerned with is what celebrity is fucking who and what they were wearing while doing it. And the amounts of money that is thrown around is disugusting. the price they charge for an advertorial page in their pompous little garbage of a magazine is enough to put a down payment on a small house and meanwhile they pay me enough to buy 2 weeks worth of groceries (at most, if I am lucky) to put this fucking page together for them. and they want it NOW. and they will pay me in 4weeks (if I demand it - otherwise they will just conveniently overlook my invoices). fucking assholes. I hate this industry. I have to leave it. I have to find a way to do what I do well and not compremise a single kilojoule of my creative energy for it. fucking fuck fuck. how the hell did I get myself into this? and how the hell do I get myself out? this is not where I belong. and its killing me. it's killing my relationship with my child. it's slowly snuffing the light that used to lead me.
FUCK
vincet:
Don't forget the sun - you're the sun! 
uberllama:
You'll feel better in the morning. The company I work for also specializes in providing images and type for a large range of companies. mostly marketing and advertising, so I often think the same things you'e venting about. The best way to deal with it is to appreciate your own creative process instead of the end product and target. Most people in the world simply consume, whereas you create. That's about all I can think to say at this hour. Chin up, buttercup.