Workaholics Anonymous
This feels very reminiscent of when we used to work in the garage back home. Except this time, we're in a warehouse and office and we wake up at normal work hours. AND it's a Monday. Well, it does feel like a Monday and it doesn't. Probably because this is the 8th day in a row that we've decided to work. Yup, we worked all through the Memorial Day weekend AND we're working on Memorial Day. Everyone in the office complex is totally not here. The entire parking lot is empty except for our cars.
Truth is Matt and I probably should not be going on tour with our band (Dear Life) because of all the work that needs to get done in the next 3 months. As you may or may not know, our two companies (LOUD& OBNOXIOUS and GLAD RAGS INK) will be investing in our first auto screen printing press and moving into a much larger warehouse and office this Summer. We've worked very, very hard for a while and literally taken these companies from the ground up. Started in a garage doing it for fun, got serious, made moves, and now we're at this point.
Anyway, we shouldn't be going on tour, but we've always had this undying sense of "carpe diem" that we can never seem to shake. My brother and I have always had the "fuck it, we only live once" mentality and tried to pursue as much as we possibly can. We're addicted to our work ethic and just can't stop. And with the help of our friends, like Brian, Pfeffer, Pat, and our band-mates Mike and Daniel, we always get shit DONE.
So here we are squeezing almost a month's worth of work for both companies into a tiny two week period just so that we can afford to go on this tour and not miss a beat. There's a reason why I have bags under my eyes, and I'm completely fine with it. I have faith that all this hard work will pay off. Someday, somehow. Always ambitious. Always tired. NEVER DEAD.
Thanks for reading. I apologize for the lack of imagery in this post, but to be honest, I was far too lazy to open Photoshop and edit anything right now. I just felt like writing about what was in my noggin. If you're really that upset about it, here you go..
And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. -Abraham Lincoln
- Vince
Truth is Matt and I probably should not be going on tour with our band (Dear Life) because of all the work that needs to get done in the next 3 months. As you may or may not know, our two companies (LOUD& OBNOXIOUS and GLAD RAGS INK) will be investing in our first auto screen printing press and moving into a much larger warehouse and office this Summer. We've worked very, very hard for a while and literally taken these companies from the ground up. Started in a garage doing it for fun, got serious, made moves, and now we're at this point.
Anyway, we shouldn't be going on tour, but we've always had this undying sense of "carpe diem" that we can never seem to shake. My brother and I have always had the "fuck it, we only live once" mentality and tried to pursue as much as we possibly can. We're addicted to our work ethic and just can't stop. And with the help of our friends, like Brian, Pfeffer, Pat, and our band-mates Mike and Daniel, we always get shit DONE.
So here we are squeezing almost a month's worth of work for both companies into a tiny two week period just so that we can afford to go on this tour and not miss a beat. There's a reason why I have bags under my eyes, and I'm completely fine with it. I have faith that all this hard work will pay off. Someday, somehow. Always ambitious. Always tired. NEVER DEAD.
Thanks for reading. I apologize for the lack of imagery in this post, but to be honest, I was far too lazy to open Photoshop and edit anything right now. I just felt like writing about what was in my noggin. If you're really that upset about it, here you go..
And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. -Abraham Lincoln
- Vince
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