Well.....
.....It's slow, real slow. I've taken apart the work space, sort of. I have a plan which is to defeat the ravages of dust and so everything either goes in a drawer or behind a door, everything. I don't want to see anything extraneous and since I know Curtis never looks at this website, it will put the responsibility squarely on him. If he doesn't come through, he's fired. It's quite simple. And then I'll hire him again over night and then fire him the next day in a sort of Groundhog Day-esque plot line. The shop is so filled up with one job that has been done since the beginning of December and it's starting to drive me crazy. I won't mention names, of course, but I will say that there is a special place in the core of the earth for a particular New York City based contractor at the right hand of the devil only one seat closer than all of the other contractors out there. Except J. Robbie-Tait. He's upstairs next to the big man and the angels and the inventor of pizza and baseball. Everyone else can take a politican with them and get cozy for the long, slow burn.
So, yup, nothing much doing. Working a small favor type job which is a pleasant way of saying I'll probably lose money. Still trawling the calm waters for the white whale that tows us out to the deeps, slows, and tickles the line while we slowly reel her in. She will come in, she always does. But back to back months of baking bread in the evenings for meals through the following days is clogging my resolve. Mostly I work on clarity and reason to believe in this field that is amazing and overwhelming and unforgiving and so underappreciated by the shiny masses.
Gloss White P-Lam on MDF. Sometimes choose the higher bid. I'm just saying. No one ever says, 'Damn, I should of went with the lowest bid'. Nope, they will say 'should of gone with someone else'. When you pick the lowest bid and it goes wrong, you just bought the worst quailty. And then I have to fix someone else's lack of care which is really too bad for me.
