Evening Peeps!
Sorry that I didn't make a post yesterday. I went to see a movie on campus with some friends. I totally recommend seeing Big Hero 6 if you enjoy Disney ripping your heartstrings out and then sowing you up with humor. Damn you Disney and your stupid EXTREMELY sad movies. All in all, it was a terrific movie. (PS: not a plug for Disney or the movie, just saying.) Plus I had a butt-ton of homework that I was doing through the day. I still have to finish up my recreation of a master's painting. I fudged up on the proportions on one half of the face. Now it looks like a Picasso piece instead of a Renoir piece. FML. Check it out on my Instagram.
Anyways, back to the lessons at hand. Today I am going to talk about how my part-time job is a living hell. I know I live in America and our lovely motto to life is to struggle our way to the top from the bottom. Well, that is just a wonderful philosophy to live by. (Can you feel the sarcasm?) Don't get me wrong, I do believe that you have to learn what real struggles are like and how to build yourself up. But Americans push that motto to the extreme. Do we really have to kill ourselves over a job and life that we are unhappy with? Is that really living? Or are you just feeding the corporation machines that are turning us all into drones? I refuse to think that our way of life is that terminal. We fight about our rights for health care, equal rights for every race, gender, sexual orientation; food, money, governmental assistance, and well being. How can you have a happy and healthy nation when so many are crying every night because there is no food in the fridge, or money for your kid's birthday present, which was spent on paying rent. Think about it. Re we a nation of happy people, or only the few are happy while the majority are suffering in one shape or another.
This brings me to my struggles. I am working for a big name corporation that takes its workers for granted. I am only 21 and I already am pushing my body to the limits with this job. It isn't like I am not strong or have a real hard time with day to day activities. No, it is just over time I have been noticing more strain on my muscles and bones that I have never felt before. And this isn't the good pain that you feel after a good work out or a long day of exploring. It is the pain that is telling you that you need to stop this activity or else it is going to be a permanent problem. I may sound like a little b***h, but I know that I am not the only one out there that is suffering for a job that they don't even like. Like come on, I am going to school to be an artist and make people smile with my work. I am not working at a deli for the rest of my life and dealing with people and a corporation that doesn't care. If they don't care neither do I. I have given too much of my free time worrying about money and when will I be able to do homework or create something new. If it wasn't for my stupid car payments, I would have quit a long time ago. I am not going to be stuck in a place that makes me unhappy. That is way I am going to school. To do something I love and be free. Isn't that America's foundations? Work to be happy and free, not depressed and caged. Our way of like reminds me of the Colonial days before the Revolutionary War. I am also not trying to say that a "revolution" is going to be happening soon. But we do have to take a step up and look at what we have created. Is it a piece of beauty, or a piece of horror? Food for thought.
In the mean time I just have to keep moving forward and reminding myself that I have one year left until my degree is in my hand and I can say F-YOU to my tool bag of a job. Of course I am going to need another part-time job in between clients and projects, unless I land a position as an illustrator at some studio. Dreams *sparkle sparkle*. But that part-time job will be something that don't require my full attention. So until my graduation, I will probably still complain about my piece of crap job and how it sucks. And probably complain about the struggles of finding clients and projects to do. Just warning you.
So, that kind of turned a little political. Welcome the inner workings of my mind. Sometimes I will hit you where it hurts and we will clash heads. That is completely fine with me. I welcome different views and opinions. Please feel free to share your thoughts and experiences. I love hearing about them.
I have a question for you: What kind of stuff should I talk about in future posts?
I have a list of what I am going to be talking about for like 4 more posts. Any suggestions are wonderful! Let's make a deal. First three suggestions will get a doodle of their choice of subject for a prize. ^.^
Until next time,
Suzanna
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Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Monday, February 2, 2015
Car Drama
Hello Peeps!
I hope that everyone had a great weekend! I am so happy that the Patriots won the Super Bowl! Although, I didn't get to see any part of the game because I had to work. The struggle is real my friends.
Today is going to be another rant/ lesson learned/ teaching you guys about life. On today's episode it is all about cars. When you live in a state where the biggest "city" is your state capital and there is RARELY any public transportation, you need a car to drive the 30 minutes to get some groceries. A car is also needed when your college is on top of a hill and there is nothing around. There is some serious cabin fever that happens all year round for people that live in my state.
Remember in my last post I talked about signing my soul away just for a car? Yeah that is exactly what happens. I am a struggling college student that just needs a reliable car to get me to work, school, home and to places to have fun. I went to this dealership that seemed to have good used cars and that I didn't need to take out a loan to pay for it. All I had to do was to pay the dealership and in 82 weeks or so I would own the car. Sounds simple, right?
After the first month of driving it things started to go bad. So I took it to B's family's mechanic. He is a really good guy and let me make payments for all the work that he had to put into it. First off, it needed a oil change, the belt was off its shift-thingy, tires were balding, and other things. So in this first round of the mechanic, he fixed the belt, changed the oil, and got me some tires. 500 bucks right there.
A few months later more trouble popped up. A blown tire #1. Luckily someone that I worked with had an extra tire that she gave me for my car. went to a tire place and got it changed. They told me that my ball joints were going and they would last much longer. So another trip to B's mechanic. He got new ball joints and new tires AGAIN! And there seemed to be more wrong with it that I wold have to get it fix. Another $500.
Fast forward to December, ANOTHER TIRE BLEW! I got that fixed. Another $105. I thought that this car is just dragging me down into a hole of misery. But is great better! I got to bring my brother to work while I am home for the winter break. I got him to work safe and sound. My sister and I were heading home when the car just stalled. I thought, hey it just might need some oil. I carry around oil because the thing sucks it up like a kid with candy on Halloween night. So I try starting it. Nothing. Luckily we were still in the plaza that my brother works at so my sister got his cell phone so we could get our mom to help us. We were stuck there for almost 2 hours. Then my foster- sister came and helped us push the car into a parking spot and took us home.
My mom decided to call the dealership and rip them a new one. At first they said that I had to figure a way to tow it up to the dealership for them to fix it. Then my mom got it so that they would find someone and the cost would be tacked on to my bill.
With all the weeks that I paid plus all the repairs I have paid $3,785 plus the down payment and other fees I have paid $5,800. Oh and this piece of crap is a $6,000 car. And all of this isn't including this past four weeks I haven't paid for car payments and the tow bill. Surprise! You just invested in a piece of shit shop and they will never let you go.
Lessons to take from this, never trust any sort of dealership. They are all bull-shit. So, kiddies don't go to sign for a car without having someone that doesn't take the first option that they are given. Have someone to back you up if this don't go as planned. I am the type of person to just take something at face value. If someone says it is one thing then it is just that. I am terrible at bartering. Please don't fall for the same traps I have. Take my mistakes as lessons for yourself.
Now let us relate this to my art life. With all of this money that I have dumped into this piece of crap, I can't afford new supplies or software. Plus it has been a huge stresser that has made me sink into an epic artist's block. It was like the nails in the coffin.
Let me know what your story is about Car Drama. Have you ever had anything happen like this? If so, how did it turn out?
Don't forget to check out my other social media sites. Plus, I am in the works of setting up a DeviantArt page. Whoohoo! I'll leave my links at the bottom of every post from now on, how does that sound?
Until next time,
Suzanna
Social Media:
Twitter: @s_illustrator
Facebook: SuzannaEdwardsIllustrator
Instagram: @suzy_illustrator
Web Site: suzannaedwards.weebly.com
I hope that everyone had a great weekend! I am so happy that the Patriots won the Super Bowl! Although, I didn't get to see any part of the game because I had to work. The struggle is real my friends.
Today is going to be another rant/ lesson learned/ teaching you guys about life. On today's episode it is all about cars. When you live in a state where the biggest "city" is your state capital and there is RARELY any public transportation, you need a car to drive the 30 minutes to get some groceries. A car is also needed when your college is on top of a hill and there is nothing around. There is some serious cabin fever that happens all year round for people that live in my state.
Remember in my last post I talked about signing my soul away just for a car? Yeah that is exactly what happens. I am a struggling college student that just needs a reliable car to get me to work, school, home and to places to have fun. I went to this dealership that seemed to have good used cars and that I didn't need to take out a loan to pay for it. All I had to do was to pay the dealership and in 82 weeks or so I would own the car. Sounds simple, right?
After the first month of driving it things started to go bad. So I took it to B's family's mechanic. He is a really good guy and let me make payments for all the work that he had to put into it. First off, it needed a oil change, the belt was off its shift-thingy, tires were balding, and other things. So in this first round of the mechanic, he fixed the belt, changed the oil, and got me some tires. 500 bucks right there.
A few months later more trouble popped up. A blown tire #1. Luckily someone that I worked with had an extra tire that she gave me for my car. went to a tire place and got it changed. They told me that my ball joints were going and they would last much longer. So another trip to B's mechanic. He got new ball joints and new tires AGAIN! And there seemed to be more wrong with it that I wold have to get it fix. Another $500.
Fast forward to December, ANOTHER TIRE BLEW! I got that fixed. Another $105. I thought that this car is just dragging me down into a hole of misery. But is great better! I got to bring my brother to work while I am home for the winter break. I got him to work safe and sound. My sister and I were heading home when the car just stalled. I thought, hey it just might need some oil. I carry around oil because the thing sucks it up like a kid with candy on Halloween night. So I try starting it. Nothing. Luckily we were still in the plaza that my brother works at so my sister got his cell phone so we could get our mom to help us. We were stuck there for almost 2 hours. Then my foster- sister came and helped us push the car into a parking spot and took us home.
My mom decided to call the dealership and rip them a new one. At first they said that I had to figure a way to tow it up to the dealership for them to fix it. Then my mom got it so that they would find someone and the cost would be tacked on to my bill.
With all the weeks that I paid plus all the repairs I have paid $3,785 plus the down payment and other fees I have paid $5,800. Oh and this piece of crap is a $6,000 car. And all of this isn't including this past four weeks I haven't paid for car payments and the tow bill. Surprise! You just invested in a piece of shit shop and they will never let you go.
Lessons to take from this, never trust any sort of dealership. They are all bull-shit. So, kiddies don't go to sign for a car without having someone that doesn't take the first option that they are given. Have someone to back you up if this don't go as planned. I am the type of person to just take something at face value. If someone says it is one thing then it is just that. I am terrible at bartering. Please don't fall for the same traps I have. Take my mistakes as lessons for yourself.
Now let us relate this to my art life. With all of this money that I have dumped into this piece of crap, I can't afford new supplies or software. Plus it has been a huge stresser that has made me sink into an epic artist's block. It was like the nails in the coffin.
Let me know what your story is about Car Drama. Have you ever had anything happen like this? If so, how did it turn out?
Don't forget to check out my other social media sites. Plus, I am in the works of setting up a DeviantArt page. Whoohoo! I'll leave my links at the bottom of every post from now on, how does that sound?
Until next time,
Suzanna
Social Media:
Twitter: @s_illustrator
Facebook: SuzannaEdwardsIllustrator
Instagram: @suzy_illustrator
Web Site: suzannaedwards.weebly.com
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