"He has laughed, and he has cried" Pink Floyd
I find myself noding this as I rise Thursday morning. Today we have an "important"
visitor, a friend of my boss who he is going to hit up to invest in our company. In other words, we need
cash. This should be interesting, we spent the evening cleaning the place, hanging up some more of our nicer
art pieces, etc. I may actually shave in honor of the attempt. We have a very tight
niche in the
window treatment business, and the company is over 27 years old, with a good
reputation. It's just too
small a shop to pump out the numbers we need to grow. We, we, I've only been there three weeks and already I'm attached. Will it be worth it? I only plan on staying in
New York for two years, at the most, and I believe that if I stick with this job it will be hard to get out. Of course, I could always do what
Ryan does when he wants out of a good situation- intentionally
phuck it up,
manipulate the
situation so it looks as if I'm
not getting what I want when I actually am...but that's
thinking too
far ahead. We'll see. (always the
fatalist)
I find myself almost burning in
indignation at the
Digo/
Florida situation. Yes dear, I feel your
silent eyes on these words.
Hypocrite. I never made any
promises I couldn't keep, and was too
honest in my
dishonesty. I mean, really. Get ready to get
paint smeared all over
you, too (grin)