and those closings mentioned in the last post?
Life as I know it is closing or at least changing.
Tomorrow morning I will wake early, tend the chicklets, drink my coffee and walk a mile to the bus stop. Hopefully, get on the correct bus and make the 50 minute ride to my new….. job.
My outside self is so excited for this next adventure! One of my dear children…. you know the fruit from my lady garden…. said; MOM, you're 60 and you're going to have a student ID? Ha! Mom, you're in the system!
I have spent years staying out of the system, living underground and now I have been fingerprinted, scanned and background checked. Ha! I am not the axe murder of Painesville! I have willingly given out my bank account information for direct deposit and social security information. My last 14 years have been spent guarding it with my life and practically living under ground…. identity theft will do that! I have a brand new SSN and just don't give it out willy nilly, the old one ended up on every rap artists and casino bathroom from here to Los Angels and Windsor, Ontario. In my spare time my other self was out stealing cars, paying for studio time at a rap studio and buying cell phones at an alarming rate. No wonder I was so tired….
I filled out 32 pages of paperwork! One of the forms used 6 pages to explain exactly what the 2 page form was and if I lied I would be taken to jail and one more time in Spanish…... I loved reading the bottom of page 9, stating this was part of the "reduction of paperwork act" passed by congress. The last job I had, there was one question….. are you breathing.
Today I searched the bus routes, dumped the chairs for the $1.75 bus fare, cleaned out my backpack, looked at the weather report and checked my shoes for support, tread and cushion. Today, my other self thought the world was ending and ate; eggs sunny side up with a side of toast, bloody mary's stirred with bacon sticks, a can of salt and vinegar Pringles, pizza and washed down with cold beer. I am either going to die or be so swollen, the guy who hired me won't know it's me. By morning I should look like the Michelin Tire guy waddling to the bus stop! It's not the end of the world just me getting a J-O-B.
The funny part of the entire story…… I got the job to pay the over head on the gallery. I know when January hits, sales will come to a screeching halt, it's retail. But your rent is still due and so is the electric bill, insurance and clay to buy. So in my effort to be a self supporting potter I had to get a job. I find that ridiculously funny! I think it's just like that these days. We hear the big recession is over but the guy who lives behind me and runs a great little neighborhood greenhouse has taken a job driving a school bus to pay bills too. The green house has been in his family at least two generations and supported the family.
Hmmmm so 3 days a week out of the studio, a gallery to keep filled and open, loads of pots to weave, 4 galleries to keep stocked, two or three shows to apply to and OH here's big news, teaching two sessions at Touch Stone Center for Craft . And lets not forget that garden thing! 2015 is bucking up to be a busy year and if my other self can step in and lend a hand I bet it could use my old Social Security Number!