Came home from Novell exhausted, and collapsed in bed to the soothing sounds of Vangelis Oceanic. Woke up to the last track, and realized it was now 7pm. Time to ink.
So I went downstairs and inked four rows (three-row Sunday and a Monday). Not bad. Not spectacular.
I talked with an executive headhunter yesterday. I pretty much turned down a $175k/year position as a VP of Product Management for a company in Jersey. Why?
1) I don’t want to move.
2) For that money, they expect 100% of my time. Schlock would die.
Besides… JERSEY. What kind of self-respecting person lives in Jersey?