I went to get my haircut today and next door to my stylist's shop is another storefront that's for lease. It's a corner store, 1950SF in the heart of town.
This town has no real gallery. There's a frame shop on a side street that calls itself a gallery and there's gift shops but no art gallery per se. I've had the idea in my head ever since I saw a great property in Kansas City but didn't pursue it.
Any other time and I'd be delving into ways to get it going. I let an opportunity slide over two years ago because I didn't try to think it out and now my financial situation won't allow this to take hold. We lost our house equity, I lost my job, so I can't even stash money away...
Maybe there'll be another opportunity...but maybe not.

Nuts...

And boredom.
If I'm like this after 10 days, what will my mood be after 20?
Thirty resumes, 19 of them sent cold, and nothin....
I am still of the thought that I will not be called back. My boss seems uncomfortable talking to me; they don't contact me about any work left behind and instead try to figure it out themselves or find it (this after I have repeatedly told her for the past year and a half that all unfinished work is always in layers on the desktop). "Yea, we found it after Mitch went looking..." Duh....
The going rate for what I'd been doing is twice as much was what they paid me, but since no one's in a hurry to contact me about resumes sent, that's a moot point. And because I already knew that job, yea, I'd go back.
Moot point there too, methinks....
Doesn't help the mood any that today was sunny and 60 degrees and my "chauffeur" is heading to Alaska for two weeks. Seeing all those bikes out today just made me...

^^^ Explains my days. There's a LOT of jobs on Craigslist-who knew? Each day I've sent 2-4 responses, but patience is not my strong suit and neither is confidence; I know I have to wait until they wade thru hundred's of other responses. But graphic art is a matter of taste and if someone doesn't like the color blue and I have my samples on a blue background, I'm out. So I use gray.
But if someone likes loud and bold colors, I'm out of there too. So it's a waiting game until someone who likes what you did puts you in the "maybe" pile.
When I was in school, I noticed a lot of the kids there resorted to anime style drawing-they were very one-note and I make an effort not to be. It helps that I had to make ads and other things for a studio based on holidays, events and customer needs. What works for one dance school won't work for another; what one customer likes would turn the stomach of someone else. I took a variety of what I'd done and try to show the diversity....

So today was my last day at work. Bosslady, Ms. Tactful, 1964, says, well, if it makes you feel any better, we just cut everyone else's time in half.
No, you dried up old twat, it doesn't. See, they're still working, get it?
Meanwhile, I just spent a fucking hour waiting on the phone for Unemployment to actually put a person on, and that was after hitting numbers for twenty minutes, and then they put on a woman who belches while she's talking in her ridiculous accent.
Then the kicker, I get to collect what I collected last summer for 4 weeks. Since they go by what you grossed in the previous 13 months, back then I was screwed(because that part time nightmare at Kohl's was figured in), now I'm royally screwed. They won't look at the last 13 months NOW! That'd mean they'd have to give me more. So, lucky me, I get to refile a new claim in July that 'might' increase my benefits.
Those I've contacted about freelancing haven't gotten back to me. Naturally. Why...