SamusFairchild

Occupational Haphazard Pardon me while I suck in a deep breath to prepare myself for this one. Last time on Occupational Haphazard, I spoke about my situation with my job, how it was sucking the life out of me, how I was giving in to depression, how I felt useless, worthless, and how what my bosses were doing to me certainly wasn't helping. I ended on the sentiment:     "But no, I have no idea what life has in store. They say "When it rains, it pours," and honestly I think this little pit is only going to keep getting worse before the sun comes out again. That's not be being a pessimist, that's me judging based on past trends. Something i

Hello again, dear nerds... However few of you I'm sure are left... If it seems that I have not done an art in a mighty long time, ya ain't wrong. See, Samus has just an awful brain that works more akin to a self-destruct button than a tool with which to touch the universe. So I drugged the shit out of it. Shit still doesn't work right, but whatever. It never did. Change, as they say, can be as good as cure. Anyway, I've had a good hankering for doing them arts lately, and I've shat out a few pieces that, frankly, I can't post here. They're 'elsewhere,' if you want em. However, some stuff is just at home here, and as much as I thought I was