Last wednesday I went to work just so I could get fired. It wasn't 'personal', per say, I didn't do anything wrong. Neither the other almost 80 people who got fired with me. It was just business. Lots of changing in the US matrix made the changes here in Brazil. Something about profitability. Sucks eh? I'm not that bad on the picture, in the end. I'll have all my benefits paid accordingly, and some 'extras for the inconvenience'.

This job wasn't the dream job, but I liked the way I made the difference. I knew the things I had to do. If I didn't know, I'd learn what was needed. And if the job wasn't that exciting, it payed somehow nicely. And I had great coworkers that also made me comfortable staying there. It was a nice place to stay until I got my 'great artistic breakthrough', so then could leave and carry own with my own thing.

Well, turns out I didn't make that much of a difference in the end anyway. And the artistic breakthrough never came, specially when you've spent almost a year not drawing shit.

Then it made me realize how lame it was to have a cover job just to get on with life when life wasn't going that much far. I actually fell for that crap advice I got at home. You know, the 'Find something to live on and then go do what you like' stuff.

So now I lost my cover. And I've seen how fragile it was and how easy someone can take it from me. So maybe, just maybe, it's best not to try to run for cover and build my own shelter.

That meaning it's time to go back to the art stuff a little bit. Shouldn't be that bad in the end.

And if you're in the same place I was, I sugest you do the same.

Cheers!