Coffee Anyone?
I am not the person you come to when you just want to get something done. I am the person you come to when you want to get it done right. I will make you the best cup of coffee you have ever had, but you'll have to wait until it's ready. I can't do you a 7-11 refill here. And if it's not a good cup of coffee, I'm going to throw it out and start from scratch.
That is just the way I am, and there is a place for me in this world. I have a friend who handcrafts classical guitars for $10,000 a piece. His waiting list is eons long.
I remember one year on the eve of Halloween. I was trying to make a deer costume for the next day at school. My department chair, whose last name was Klass, had told me he was coming in the next day as a hunter (he was bald and every Halloween wore a costume with some sharp and bloody object sticking out of his head.) I wanted SO SO SO badly to come as a deer, and I had arranged to borrow a bow from a friend. Imagine it ... the hunter with an arrow in his head, the deer with the bow! I was going to wear a t-shirt that said "Hunting Klass" on it. The pun, the surprise, it would have been priceless.
And so, like I typically do on the eve of Halloween, I embarked on a ten-hour costume creation mission. I had the whole costume pretty well under control, and all I had left were the antlers. Now, I don't know where, at midnight, you can get deer antlers that you can wear on top of your head, and so I decided to make them ... out of coathangers and breadsticks. I wrapped the coathangers in breadsticks and put them into the oven to bake (just making the form for the antlers ... well, I had to get pictures of actual antlers to they would look real, and of course, I HAD to be at least an eight point buck with a heck of a rack, right? I mean, these antlers barely fit in the oven). Fourteen minutes later, at 2:00 a.m., I had a warm brown mess of half coathanger and half drooping breadsticks. I ate the breadsticks and went to bed. On Halloween, I wore a dress and just laughed all day to myself at what I could have been.
My point is not that one should not make antlers out of coathangers and breadsticks, although that is pretty good advice. My point is that it's all or nothing with me ... it's perfect or it's not at all.
And so ... you can imagine the pain and agony I'm experiencing knowing that this thing we've worked on so hard now for so many hours (almost straight) is crap. It's utter, utter crap.
That is just the way I am, and there is a place for me in this world. I have a friend who handcrafts classical guitars for $10,000 a piece. His waiting list is eons long.
I remember one year on the eve of Halloween. I was trying to make a deer costume for the next day at school. My department chair, whose last name was Klass, had told me he was coming in the next day as a hunter (he was bald and every Halloween wore a costume with some sharp and bloody object sticking out of his head.) I wanted SO SO SO badly to come as a deer, and I had arranged to borrow a bow from a friend. Imagine it ... the hunter with an arrow in his head, the deer with the bow! I was going to wear a t-shirt that said "Hunting Klass" on it. The pun, the surprise, it would have been priceless.
And so, like I typically do on the eve of Halloween, I embarked on a ten-hour costume creation mission. I had the whole costume pretty well under control, and all I had left were the antlers. Now, I don't know where, at midnight, you can get deer antlers that you can wear on top of your head, and so I decided to make them ... out of coathangers and breadsticks. I wrapped the coathangers in breadsticks and put them into the oven to bake (just making the form for the antlers ... well, I had to get pictures of actual antlers to they would look real, and of course, I HAD to be at least an eight point buck with a heck of a rack, right? I mean, these antlers barely fit in the oven). Fourteen minutes later, at 2:00 a.m., I had a warm brown mess of half coathanger and half drooping breadsticks. I ate the breadsticks and went to bed. On Halloween, I wore a dress and just laughed all day to myself at what I could have been.
My point is not that one should not make antlers out of coathangers and breadsticks, although that is pretty good advice. My point is that it's all or nothing with me ... it's perfect or it's not at all.
And so ... you can imagine the pain and agony I'm experiencing knowing that this thing we've worked on so hard now for so many hours (almost straight) is crap. It's utter, utter crap.