I said hey hey workin’ man workin’ man like me
I ain’t never been on welfare and that’s one place I won’t be
I’ll be back workin’ as long as my two hands are fit to use
I tend to be overly self-critical of my flaws and I tend to diminish my successes, but one of the few attributes that I will give myself credit for is a having a strong work ethic. I think I am built for work, both physically and mentally, in a way. I’m not Superman by any means, but I am fairly strong. I don’t suffer from any lingering rugby injuries I sustained in high school or anything like that. At 43 years old I think I am in pretty good shape.
I try to stay strong so I am capable of doing work, both at my job and at my drawing table. My day job is how I take care of my family, my drawing is how I keep my sanity and dreams alive. It’s important for me to be able to provide for my family and I think I am doing an okay job.
Amy and I do a good job in dividing up the things that need to be done for our family. While I work at the office, Amy is taking care of her parents, our kids, our house, volunteering at the school, finding runaway dogs, and everything else. It feels very 1950’s-ish and on the outside it looks like our roles are very gender-based in a stereotypical way. Of course, that was not the intention. Amy is better at juggling doctor visits, maintenance people, school stuff and anything that needs to be done. I can bring home a paycheck. We play to our strengths. Not that Amy isn’t capable of taking care of us financially, of course. When she was pregnant with Sophie her doctor put her on bed rest and she took a leave from her job. After Sophie was born, we thought we’d try for as long as we could to give her a stay at home parent and Amy didn’t go back. It’s not always easy, it rarely is, but we’ve been doing this since 2007 and we’re used to it.
This year has been an expensive year. Among other things, we hired a math tutor for Sophie which has helped her quite a bit, but it’s…well, it’s expensive. We see the value in it and we’re seeing better marks on her tests and homework. It’s an expense I am happy to pay.
Well, maybe not happy, but you know what I mean.
Money has always been tight for us but it’s gotten to a point where we simply needed more money. I bit the bullet and took a second, seasonal job at Target. It’s kind of hilarious and depressing at the same time, but to be honest I am thankful for an opportunity to make more money and I am thankful for a body that can endure a 60 hour work week. As I said, I am built for work and we play to our strengths. There’s no way I could do what Amy does, but working 26 days in a row? That’s easy.
The extra income is good, the discount helps and as a bonus I am getting a ton of experience and inspiration that will eventually find it’s way into a comic, similar to how working at Burger King in high school provided material for a Retros storyline.
Taking on a second job was not something I did lightly. I was worried about how long I could sustain such an intense schedule but it’s been two months and I haven’t lost my mind yet. Not that I can tell, anyway. It’s heartbreaking not being able to see my family as much as I want, but there’s comfort in knowing that I am doing this for them. Amy is picking up more of the slack as I work, so she’s taking on more because of this, too.
But I’ve adapted to this new reality. When I see my family we make the most of it. I am less stressed that I thought I would be. I think I was more stressed worrying about how we would pay our bills than I am working to pay them. Working this much is exhausting. It’s not easy to work this much, this often, this hard, to just stay current on our financial obligations. I wish I could say that the extra money is going towards our debt, saving for a vacation, or even just setting more money aside for the next crisis.
But this is a blog about drawing, not therapy. Or is it?? It’s not. Is it? No.
My productivity has only taken a small hit but I am keeping up. On the plus side, I have learned to be more efficient when I do have time to draw, as well as finding time to draw. I draw on the little tables the parents sit at when I take Sophie to dance, I write when I take Sophie to her tutor. I started writing this entry on my lunch break when I normally write my blog on Sunday mornings, which I now use to get another hour or so in of drawing. I come into the office a little early and send out my children’s book and art samples to agents and publishers. I am keeping up on The Retros and still writing, drawing, inking, coloring and lettering five pages a week. I’ve written before about the luxury of being so far ahead in my comic but thankfully I haven’t had to dig into that lead. I am still working on my graphic novel and a few other things, such as a recent illustration for White Bear Lake Magazine:
I feel more productive than ever these days, in a way. I think it’s because I have so little time to draw that I have adapted my habits and free time to become as efficient as possible. A few years ago I read a book about being an artist where the author stated that those who work a 9-5 job are some of the most productive people he knows. He thinks it’s because their day job has conditioned them to meet deadlines and get projects completed in a time crunch. The day job created discipline which benefits them when they get off work and they only have a few hours a week to create something.
This struck me as the truest thing ever, and it’s something I think about a lot these days.