i've been pretty down about losing a close friend and about this never ending stretch of no full-time employment.... Seems there not much going on in the aircraft art consulting business which is totally dead by the way..... and so is the job market for over 45 non-college grad, overweight, graphic designers.
Having a computer down for over three weeks has pretty much killed my freelance business. plus there was never enough time or money to work strictly freelance. The Gulfstream work was great while it lasted, but it has been humbling & sobering experience going from over $100k a year to less than $20k a year. The little bit of freelance art i get isn't paying the bills, last week had to cash in my 401k savings to pay bills and back taxes from last year. losing 45% of the total 401k to taxes (State, Fed and penalties for early withdraw) . I've beeb sending out resumes left and right not even getting a call back or an email for posted jobs on the web i've responded. yeah, kind of depressing.
Lost a good friend a couple of weeks ago, and at his memorial service at Paris Mt. two fridays ago.... i had a nice big yard sale crash on the bike, dabbed on a root ball > to bridge > tangled mess coming down Sulphur Springs trail down to the service. Endo'd and landed on my side really hard, luckily i missed the wooden bridge.... because that really would've hurt.... any ways laid there for a sec while trying to collect myself and catch my breath.... got up and rode down to the service....
yeah nothing like take a digger and getting injured at a Memorial Ride & Service for a friend who died mountain biking. The reception was great turn out of friends and family. Very sad day. Took a couple pics without being disrespectful at the service.
I 've come to the realization that i am Paris Mountain's "bitch". On the simplest of trails i will fuck myself up with out a doubt.
Monday my buddy Chip had some grunt labor work for me to do... cleaning out his Electrical Co. warehouse loading up a dumpster. Thanks brother for throwing me some work, greatly appreciated.
Monday i was really sore, especially picking up stuff and throwing stuff into the dumpster, I felt it under the right titty. but i figured it was the physical labor more than anything, next day i couldn't breathe, lungs full of fluid, felt like someone standing on my chest. to cough or sneeze was like a burning ripping sensation the curled every nerve ending in my body.... had to go to the doc.... X rays nothing broken, MRI should some brusing of the lung, but no puncture, and the fluid was a mild pulmonary edema due to the slam to my side, swelling of the the chest and inflamation of the lung.
2 weeks later and i'm still sore as motherfugger, not as bad now though....rode for the first time last Thursday night during the short track race , chest is still tender and lung hurts but, seems to be getting better. still can't bear to cough or sneeze...
The Short Track Race was a small turn out, i don't know if people didn't think there would be the final race or not because of Jeff's (the Organizer) untimely death, or if it was the bad weather in the area? It looked like it was gonna storm hard, but it didn't do squat where we were at; the trail were dry as hell.
We had a Silent Lap in his honor. after the Kids and Sport Class races.
Yeah my son started High School last week, wow. how crazy is that? time flies whether you're having have or not. He's diggin' it.
Talking with a friend Ryan at the trail work project yesterday at Issaqueena, he said "man you've got the worst damn luck." Yeah and i'm tired of writing about it.
Well back to the Job hunting.... working on my best "You want fries with that?
i'm like Lionel Ritchey....Easy...
and Lost.
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5 comments:
Good luck with the future.
Hang in there man. Someone is bound to need your talent.
Keep your chin up brother. The unexpected will come along soon enough.
Cheers!
Goat
thanks guys, yeah i've always been telling myself "it's gonna get better, and it can't get any worse this..." and have been amazed at how wrong i am.
Keep keepin on, my brother.
And my daughter just started high school as well- so I know how surreal that is.
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