From the other side
Wednesday August 8th, 2012
Here is a small insight into my own world since I have been working at the local web agency.
It isn’t easy.
Honestly, it isn’t.
It’s the same in all jobs.
When you are on the edge of the web design/development world, it is a ground that you are going to make some risks on. The dice that turns and you will land on a number between 1 to 6. Sometimes the dice doesn’t roll on a good day.
The way I work is odd. Coming from a sudden creative spurt that sprung up in the last five years. You can’t force the ideas to appear. You just can’t.
I get in the office, make the coffee, sit at the desk, read emails, news, smile at some web comics and then that is when it hits me.
The creative zone.
Sometimes it arrives, sometimes it don’t. Other factors can affect the day. Sometimes I get emails that I don’t want to deal with and I put myself through it so it is done out of the way.
Coda and Photoshop fired up at the ready to continue the day work. It is either design or development. Off we go, let’s burn some brain cell away at it.
Then there is the social factor.
It’s lonely sometimes. I tell myself sometimes that it is okay because it sets me apart from the others to do more work.
I look at other people and seeing what they are chatting about. Too late. Conversation finished.
Then the keyboards in the office clatters away. One is a keyboard basher.
Keyboard bouncing off the desk.
The vibrations makes it way toward my desk.
I pull up Skype to tell this guy to cool it. I decided not to. He will forget again.
Back to the screen, message on the iPhone and vibrates quietly on the desk.
A breath of sigh.
I think for a bit.
The office becomes quiet.
Everyone keeps to themselves.
Everyone starts talking, I don’t look up because by the time it happened, I have missed half the conversation. People laugh. I look back at my screen and sometimes stare out of the window wondering what I should do next.
It is like this on most days.
A job is a job and that doesn’t suit me. This was something that I love to do and yet I found something else that I enjoy doing. That is writing. I love it. The way I can freely express myself onto the screen, tweet, write some short stories. It’s all fun which I miss.
The killer about all this?
I’m hearing impaired.
Read what I wrote again and see it from another side.