As you might have guessed, Ironic T-Shirt doesn’t exactly pay the bills. I mean with a blog entitled “Diary of a Desperately Failing Sketch Group,” you are probably pretty stupid if you thought this is what we did for a living. That’s right, I’m calling you stupid.
Unless of course you assumed we all have day jobs…
Which we do!! We have jobs which we spent 8 to 10 hours a day doing except for William who works off and on as a pirate. And guess what? Our jobs stink. Not in the “Hey I’m complaining so much, I’ll get fired” kind of way, but in the “This isn’t what I want to do this with rest of my life” kind of way.
I personally work alone most of the day. That means a few things 1) I spend most of my day not wearing pants 2) I have developed a habit of talking to myself 3) I get really excited to run errands where I interact with people.
Nick and Tony work at a production company that makes TV shows. They use terms like editing bay and music cue sheet. I think it’s changing them. Yesterday Tony asked me where the crafty was. There is no craft services, Tony. This is your own house.
If any of our bosses are reading this, please do not be offended. You treat us well, pay us, give us the occasional cake. We would just rather be doing other things. Other things like writing and producing our own TV show, being a writer on a critically acclaimed TV show, writing books or screenplays, actor, award winning comic book artist, and famous celebrity personality.
Ok now let’s go through the likelihood of us getting any of those jobs:
Writing and Producing our own TV Show - 00.01% chance
Writer on a critically acclaimed TV Show - 00.01% chance
Writing books or screenplays - 00.01% chance
Do I have to keep going? I think you get the pattern. We have about as much chance of getting our dreams as antibacterial soap is ineffective. Ironic T-Shirt is the new Super Germ.
So if we do get our chance to do any of those jobs, watch out because it probably means we are all going to die from the common cold. Wow, this post took a weird, sad and depressing turn.
Oh, what? Break’s over. Got to go back to flipping burgers.
