growler_south: (smoke)
growler_south ([personal profile] growler_south) wrote2005-10-18 12:16 pm

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Today:
I woke up in a great mood. I put some washing on and made my lunch, and drove to work.
And then:
I sat down in front of my computer and just about cried from the sheer volume of hate that welled up in me. I'm working on a very complicated scene, made by someone who works in a very different style to me- program features I'm not comfortable with, custom scripts I dont have time to reverse-engineer, odd shader networks that are counter-intuitive to me, unusual naming schemes. And on top of all that, it takes 30 minutes to render a frame, and this job needs to be finished by friday. Its taken me a day and a half just to get a vague handle on how the scene works, let alone how to change it.
ANYWAY-
I can feel a nasty, evil, *bitchy* afternoon coming on. Its only a job. Its only a job. repeat
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[identity profile] furr-a-bruin.livejournal.com 2005-10-17 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh dear. *soothing music* *nice back-rub* *foot massage* *nice cup of chai, or other pleasant non-alcoholic beverage*

[identity profile] growler-south.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
VODKA. (oh, ok so maybe not.)
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[identity profile] furr-a-bruin.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
No boozeahol. You've tortured your liver enough recently. ;)

A nice massage, though... know anyone who gives a good one? I'm told I'm decent for an amateur, but I'm way too far away.