dear dave,
rough few days! Bad mojo in the air I guess. Everything got out of synch, delayed, cancelled (just plain fucked up)
Still really angry about last night - and being stiffed by Alicia. What the fuck? Green light, green light, green light - UTURN STOP.
A valuable lesson: people have no problem screwing me over, for no fucking reason. I will have to change my policies because of it. (I AM NO _ _ _ _ THOUGH. He is just an asshole)
Behind all anger is hurt, and that is at the root of it all. Very much so in the whole Fed Ex/American Apparel, lost-stolen-package fuck-up. So upsetting to think somebody just stole my package at my mailbox. Just took it. That is just hard to swallow.
Hard day back at the corcoran print studio. Later open-studio hours (thanks for not letting us know) and PACKED studio full of inexperienced, loud, messy new students. It was a major test for me, but I managed to triumph and get a lot done.
Really hating this whole print studio situation lately. As my business grows, things are busting in terms of open studio hours, space while there, and people I have to contend with while I'm working. It's all a shit-show, and I never know what I'm going to find when I walk through the door.
I'm afraid I'm reaching my limit - and things will have to change.
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