Last night at my freelance gig myself and another artist were waiting to be released. “Can you hold on a minute for a couple of minor tweaks?”
Of course we said yes and thus entered the first phase of overtime, where one thinks, “I’m almost out of here — please God, no revisions.” Now once we past that hour it turned into, “That’s three hours overtime. If they keep me for another I can get those new tires. Hell I can even go out to eat somewhere nice.”
By the time I left I was not only hungry, I could barely form a sentence and the art director snapped at me.
Did I snap back? Well, honestly I thought about it. (I can form sentences in my head no matter how tired. In fact they are quite “colorful”). However I just did the work and after all was said and done the art director apologized, “Sorry about that man, I’ve been working long hours.”
As I ate my dinner I thought how the art director was probably on salary with no overtime. “It’s a shame they’re overworking a Mench like that.”
I took another bite of my $45 steak and reveled in its juicy tenderness.
No matter what, it is good to be employed.