⚡ March 4, 2014
I Love Tuesday 💙
It has finally begun to sink in that I am really and actually fired. I have no job. I really really hated that job, so I am happy. For the first time in a long time, I am working for myself. The last time I tried this I was so scared of the idea of working for myself that I jumped right into the UFO magazine opportunity just to … get ready for it: Have a Job.
If I’d been smart, I would have kept going with the new thing I was making on eBay with the cool handle of Fleamail, which I still have to this day; although, it’s been used without my permission in their ads. What can I say? It’s that good of a username. That was in 1997.
I should have stayed with it because it was starting to do really well. I’d gotten hundreds of dollars for stuff that was just sitting around the house, and I really knew how to write good ad copy and take really interesting photos.
Wait … let me show you … and no, not so fast. I’ll put that photo of an ice pick for sale up in a few minutes, but I’d just like to finish a couple of thoughts while they are still moist and fresh. Basically, I’d like to personally – is there any other way? – thank all the guys who have fired me so that I could hop on along the open trail, now that I am free to go. The biggest firing, the most memorable one, was perhaps CIA-related. I don’t know.
It could be. It might have happened the way I remember very vividly. So now, now that I’ve been fired – again, I’d like to re-consider needing a real job. If I were in Oregon right now and able to talk heart-to-heart with my first born, she would probably, maybe, be able to set me straight and help me accept the no-job thing.
I don’t know. My own mom is dead, so she’s spared this humiliation, but then, she felt every one before this one, so that’s sad. She probably thought she raised an idiot or a failure or someone just like my dad.
And, it’s the truth I have to face. She did.
I realize that I’m in danger of losing that part of my life forever if I don’t check the old CDs where I’ve stored the photos. They are stacked in the actual Happy Hippy Hut on a high shelf over the couch, and it’s been icy cold for the last few weeks and I haven’t been out there in a while. But here’s a couple of photos for now.
Another of my eBay tableaux, this time leading to heartbreak because I told the truth about one of the wooden handles on this shiny deco coffee set. There are stories behind these scenes, which I will link up eventually. I’ll let you know by talking about it here. Or, remind me. 🐔