It's amazing how no matter what you want to do something almost always works against you to keep you from it. In my case it's usually people's horrible timing. I know I shouldn't get mad at them but when they do it I get so angry because it's impeccable that they show up at the wrong time and they have that idiotic soulless look like they don't care if they're doing it or not.
I work at a pawn shop and it snowed today. I was hoping they would close work down so I could go home and finish up a commission but they didn't. After arriving the boss said if the weather got worse or no customers came in we could go home, but guess what? The weather didn't get worse and the customers dribbled in at just the perfect pace to keep us there all day. A lot of them were just killing time. I wanted to wring their necks. Every time I helped somebody with something they didn't want I could chew nails.
Most of our clientele are rednecks and think everything can be solved with with beer and guns. They come in with a expression on their face while looking at the firearms that says "I want to kill something, can you hook me up?". Most of them that like my work is only because it would make a kickass tattoo. Their idea of art is something with a rebel flag in it, hot rods, or Elvis on black velvet.
I sometimes wish I lived somewhere else with open minded people that had at least a little culture. We have nowhere to go here to meet other artists. No art pubs, poetry readings, or even a symphony to go to. No nightlife. Oh well, I'm going off on another tangent. I'll talk about that in another post.