02/17/2005
At one point, there were literally 8 people standing behind watching me scramble to make last minute changes to the comps. Although my Photoshop skills are quite mad, with an audience they're considerably clumsy. I've always been warned by other designers about the ad agency environment. The stress, the hours, etc. All the free rootbeer in the world couldn't make up for today's kinda stress.
I've ceased my weight-gaining efforts temporarily, and it's made me feel pretty gross. I'm not eating consistently and am struggling to maintain 165. I keep panicking over my fat stomach -- granted it's gay fat, it's still unpleasant to me. I'm certain it's only a matter of months before they have to tear down a wall and haul me from the apartment on a tarp.
Rather than asking, I politely declared to my boss that I'd be in late tomorrow. Daddy goin' out for some drinks and hair-letting-down time. The Heartbreaker will most likely be joining me.
From one torturous situation to another.