I looked up an old YouTube channel I played around with years ago. I downloaded one of the  videos and edited it. It’s really a storyboard and I’m thinking to animate it once I get some things immediately ahead of me done.

This is when I was somewhat of a storyteller. I mean, I am still kinda but mostly, I’m venting and rinsing the dirt off if you catch my drift.

Since my last blog years ago, I had to clean up my act with this one, being on these folk job and whatnot. Sometimes, I feel myself backsliding to being that irreverent mouthy chic again but I wind up going to draft mode. Man, those were some good times.

It really isn’t a good look for the help to be wildin’ out, virtual or otherwise. And don’t be offended if you work for a company and I call you that ’cause you are, in fact, aiding your employer to make money from your labor. You are the help, plain and simple. Yes, you make money too, with your little benefit package, but it’s a drop in the bucket for them and if you get sassy, you must go look on that internet to fill out an application to help somebody else.

Some of you are retired help. You’ve seen’em come and go but you hung in there like a spider on the wall ’til it was time to crawl on home, worn down with bifocals and sciatica.

I had some silly jobs when I was younger too. My first job actually took me on and sent me to basic training to serve in the National Guard. Low crawling under barbed wire in the dark with shots fired was actually a thrilling experience. Another place, I helped AAA sell motor club benefits by calling from a long list. We sat in a cruddy room and talked over each other for 4 hours. I think that worked out for 3 or 4 days. My head was spinning when I left that room. The silliest of them all, I helped box potato chips from a conveyor belt.

Damn Portraitist, you say (as you should), scratching your head, How was that last job? Well, let’s put it this way, I was trying to fill in gap time ’cause I became a slave to my first car payments and say, Those potato chip bags were hot! I dropped my fair share and stepped on some of them. The place seemed dark and I likened it to hell.

If I were to perform silly jobs in the future, I’d like to fix jigsaw puzzles or collect rusted nuts and bolts since it’s what I already do. Don’t question that last one, please.                    

In the meantime, good day to you.