And so 2 hours later I leave the little, tiny. HOT, SUFFOCATING frame shop.
God help me.
The woman is so nice, SO nice. Had me come in today just to show me around and have me play with the glass and matt cutter. I remember doing some of that the little bit I worked during my winter stay in MN. Probably will go in another time this week just to watch and then decide. I've kind of decided I might not be able to deal with the space. While I am not in full blown menopause, I'm finding more and more that I get flashy, one long HOT when I'm nervous and trapped. I felt like passing out. A little fan was on the floor but it's a frame shop, you can't have shit blowing all over everything.
It's times like today I suddenly feel like a total loser again. All my hope and belief goes out the window and suddenly I think I'm just destined to be poor. Or I think might as well drive the cab at least I can cool off when I drive. I'll say this, it makes me want to get back to making art again. Nothing like a dose of the world to make me high tail it back into my basement and work on art. Pulling weeds for $15 an hour. Driving the cab and making maybe that on a good day. Or being in the tiny hot frame shop for $8. That's starting since I don't really know anything. That's fair but when I compare them which is better? Which is worse? I should go back at least and try, just don't want to waste her time when she could be training someone else. Days like today I think I should still be massaging people and making $60 an hour even if I was in debilitating pain. Alright enough. Turn it up and holla at your boy.