I feel like it’s been forever since I sat down and posted something on this site. My excuse is great though, so I guess I’m not feeling that guilty.
For the past year my schedule has stayed the same. It’s not a good thing, it’s not a bad thing. It’s just…a thing. It’s just there. It’s waking up at the same time and sleeping whenever my arm cramps up and stops me from retouching. Let me do an outline for you of my basic day. This can be my reference to friends or family who ask me why they never see me/never hear from me/think I died, etc. or the question “what have you been up too?”
Pretty much do client photoshoots on Saturdays, which normally last 12 P.M to about sunset which is around 5:00 P.M. now. Sundays are reserved mostly for Model shoots, which tend to last from 10:00 A.M to 5 P.M. After these shoots I spent 1-2 hours uploading the photos on my external harddrive, and then my desktop. I have to back everything up because I’m just paranoid like that. Afterwards I eat, look through some photos and watch a show, then sleep. It’s been a long day. Weekend is over, bam.
7:40 A.M. I am fast asleep, immersed in a beautiful dream where I am gallivanting on a stallion through a vibrant flowery meadow in the middle of the warm sunlight.
7:45 A.M. I violently wake up. The ringtone of death sounds as I cry a little before realizing it’s time to get up.
7:50 A.M. Stare at my phone to see what Europe’s up too, then depressively get up and squeeze the last bit of toothpaste out, wash my face, put my contacts on and look in the mirror three more times and make sure this is really my life.
8:00 A.M. I am in front of a mirror now. I must make sure I look human before I go to work otherwise they may not recognize me. I moisturize my face even though I know it’s not doing anything but the lotion is so nice and warm, and then attempt to put on some makeup which is really just mascara because when I attempt eyeliner in the morning it’s like I’m queen of the Raccoons.
8:15 A.M. I spent too much time moisturizing my skin so now I have only 5 minutes to get dressed. Damnit what the hell do I wear?! Doesn’t matter, I’ll simply wear a huge scarf and cover half my outfit. Problem averted.
8:20 A.M. Literally just wear anything that matches without having to change out of my warm clothes that I slept in. My sweater is nice and toasty from my 5 hours of sleep, unfortunately I can’t wear these baggy sweatpants that say TURKEY on the back. That would look bad for a group meeting. Black, black and black? Okay. Sounds good. Funeral all day everyday.
8:30 A.M. Walk a mile to get to my car because there is never any parking in front of my house. Quietly swear at all the neighbors as I walk by their houses, knowing they are sound asleep in their warm beds compels me to add new swear words in different languages.
9:08 A.M. I arrive at work. I work.
5:35 P.M. I walk to my car and drive back home. I brace myself for the traffic on the highway and occasionally arrive home a half hour late at times.
6:40 P.M. I’m home. Sometimes I eat, but most of the time I don’t. Talk to my Mom, help out with something, talk to my little sister…then I change into my pajamas, wash my face and do some little things before I start working.
8:30 P.M. By the time all that other crap is over with it’s already like 40 hours later and I have little time to work. I divide my screen into two sections, right is a show that doesn’t require a lot of mental capacity to watch (maury, Disney channel, etc.) and to the left is a photo opened in photoshop. I retouch on my tablet and watch my show at the same time.
11:00 P.M. Little sister complains it’s her bed time so the lights get shut off. I am now officially a hermit in a basement trying to work in the dark. My eyes hurt from the harsh contrast but I deal with it because this work ain’t gettin done by genies~
12:00 A.M. My hand starts to hurt and I’m done with retouching my client work. I realize that I have to add a photo on instagram and facebook because I haven’t updated in years. 20 minutes later, I wash my face and take off my contacts, brush my teeth, kiss my Mom goodnight and go to bed.
Imagine doing that everyday for a year… Plus a lot more headache than added. I left out a lot of stuff that happens to me, mostly running errands for the house and having to meet up with clients. It’s a crazy schedule.
Of course I don’t like to complain because I do have financial stability in some respect, but working two jobs is definitely difficult. It’s hard not to get carried away knowing I have so little time to get stuff done.
Most of the time I gawk at people who have the ability to post online so much, especially photographers and fashion bloggers. I guess I’m jealous, sure. They have all this free time to do whatever they want whenever they want. I only wish I had that luxury. All these photographers are updating with new actions, blogs, tutorials, etc. all the damn time and I’m over here not able to write a blog without reserving a day.
Just a bit frustrating at the moment. Of course next year I plan on taking it a bit easier on myself if my loan payment situation is better, but I never like to predict or assume anything. So, I hope this kind of explains why I hardly post online so much. I used to do it a lot before! Unfortunately things change. Maybe next year will be different….