Sometimes it really just breaks down to fixing your state of mind. I have found that cycling really does that for me. I get into a groove, it suddenly becomes a rut, and no matter what I do I cannot get out of it. when I see that happening, I have to force myself to stop doing everything and hit my reset button.
A spin on the bike gets me back to where I need to be.
On Friday, I was ready to deliver a sign we had made in the studio to a customer. It is a fantastic 7w'x4'h hand cut panel of a tiger's head. The substrate is a 1/2" MDO Plywood which was cut down to the designed shape with a jigsaw. The edges were sanded. We hand painted the face and edges with One-Shot Enamel. We chose this paint because of the gloss finish and outdoor durability. This logo is going to hang in an outdoor pool are at a somewhat local high school.
The back of the sign is fabricated with a 2" thick french cleat. Since we are not doing the installation, I wrote clear instructions directly on the cleat as well as my phone number for the installer to call me if there were any issues. Never know who is going to end up putting the sign in place. We want it to go well for the customer.
I went to retrieve the key to load the van. It was not where I expected it to be and spent the rest of the the day casually hunting for it. I looked in all the usual place, then some not so usual, followed by the absurd (I did bang my head really bad about ten years ago and found my keys in the butter bin... don't ask).
I spoke with the client on Friday evening and let them know I would be coming up sometime in the weekend to deliver the sign. There really is no rush dealing. It just needs to be installed before school starts at the end of August.
Saturday I kept looking for the key.
Well, I was kind of looking, but, really working on projects around the studio. It may have been my preoccupation with getting the van on the road. I continued to have minor errors while working. Mis-cut a graphic while finishing a project; reface the sign. Forgot to click a option button in a program;reprint the graphic. Knock my favorite mug off the desk, shattering it on the concrete, and send coffee across the room; spend a half hour cleaning up the projects that got splashed. It would not stop.
It was getting later in the day and the client called; he had another job for me and wanted it in a rush. It kind of let me off the hook on getting up there that evening. I told him I would head up to his office first thing on Sunday (and explained it probably mean noon as I was going to sleep in...). I got his project done in a couple hours, thankfully with out incident.
It was just after 9pm. I really felt like I had spent the entire day only getting a couple hours worth of real work done. The rest of the day was correcting issues. The sun had set in the western sky and the temperature was finally starting to drop. I decided to opened up the bay doors and all the windows to get some of the cool bay breeze to flow through the studio as I ended my day.
The gentle wind carried a stream of expletives over from one of my neighbors. Someone was having a meltdown over at the bicycle shop next door. At least my day was not that bad. My thoughts we punctuated by a cacophony of thrown wrenches and curses.
Sunday morning rolled around and I headed off to the studio. As I walked outside, the ground was wet and few branches scattered about the asphalt left the tell tale signs of a brief storm. "Oh crap..." I thought, "It never rains in July!" And if you recall, I had left the sign out on Friday afternoon.
I got to the studio and found it laying face down on the pavement. The back of the sign was lightly spattered with muck from the rain. I lifted the sign to find the golden yellow graphic scuffed ever so slightly from the fall. I stared at it in utter dismay. It was my fault for leaving it out over night. I really wanted to just patch it. I heard my inner monologue speaking in my head, "Don't cheap out..." When I had ordered the vinyl for the job, I had predetermined that I may need to re-cut this graphic and procured enough to make a second sign.
I e-mailed the client and gave him the news. I decided to make some breakfast before getting to work on the sign. Would't you know it, the gremlins reared up again; not enough coffee to make a pot, the almond milk was bad, the creamer was empty, and it went on from there. And where is that damned key! I realized I was headed towards a situation like my neighbor had been in just the night before.
Time for reset.
I dropped what I was doing and got on the stationary bicycle I keep in my office. For entertainment I found a movie to watch. And for your viewing pleasure, here is a link to check it out : The Triplets of Belleville.
What a delightful animated movie. Very quirky and a word is spoken. It was reminiscent of the old Pink Panther cartoons. I was truly inspired by the artwork in the movie.I want to make some signs in that style. I worked up a pretty god sweat and took my mind completely off of everything else going on in my head.
It worked. Reset..
I remembered where the keys were.
Off to fix the sign.