I had dinner last night with some people from the gallery I worked with and that was pretty interesting. It was like sitting there and having a target on me. I think we talked about everything form me getting more money for the gallery, why I've been so depressed lately, employees, to just general gee Albert are you running your gallery with your head or something else. It was enough to get me up from the table and walk around be for I said something other than F' you. (which I did say):) Keep in mind most of these people work in the office. So I sat back down and quietly made the decision that starting the next day I was going to do what I could to shut some people up.
So today I've been pushing really hard, I had to drive all the way past Dora's house to drop off 3 paintings (that was a funny odd thing)....and I didn't get tipped. Well that wasn't the start of it, I was working pretty determined and trying to keep focused and not think so much and I sliced my index finger open pretty bad on my right hand. The thing wouldn't stop bleeding. I opened it up pretty good. If that wasn't enough I still worked and then sliced my other hand on the inside. This time it wasn't as bad. So now both hands are cut up just one is a lot worse than the other. So back to work, changing some gallery walls to give it some new flair, Hire a new young employee, and set the rest of my team up for hopefully some kind of success. I don't know if this will keep my mind straight, but who knows. Everyone loves an underdog right.
