You kids awake today?
Please don't tell me you're wasting your boss's time with the pursuit of advancement, when there are so many more fun things you could do.
A Rat-tail file, a CHEAP 1/2" electric drill, a coping saw, and a bar clamp. Oh yeah, Wifey's severely mistreated ("cute little") breakfast nook (clandestine shop) table and chairs.
I wuz gunna maek me a Brow-Ning Masheen Gun (you DO know I'm a HICK from Washington STATE, don't you?). I defiantly avoided doing a "great" job in favor of a FAST and CHEAP job, as I needed the gun NOW (the neighbor's mailbox had grievously darted in front of my Chevy again, it was in line for a lesson).
It didn't come out too badly, a bit FAT.
My boss wanted not the gun, but the CAD behind it. And he offered me enough to buy a new pickup for it, sight unseen (NOTHING he had drawn so far had "set the world on fire", despite his insistence that each one was "sexy" to a consumer).
I told Wifey we were going to sell them ourselves when I got home that evening. I got a website (with some Googling, every step is set out FOR you, BTW), bought a $15 Business License, and started taking orders for them.
Two weeks (yes, just 14 days) later, I showed up (late and haggard from cutting Browning M1919 parts all night) and told him I no longer had "time for a job", and bowed out of a four-year PLUSH stint as a magazine ad artist/Go-Fer. I had a LONG list of fake Browning 1919 guns to build. I made over 350 of the darn things before I was done.
OK, it wasn't very plush. I was a wage-slave like everybody else. Everything about the frustrating "Dream Job" just blew. Art is never appreciated (while the artist lives).
Today, I've no need to actually SELL anything (tangible), but am tickled PINK at Odd Projects. I got zippo interest in installing aftermarket ANYTHING, but will spend countless waking hours helping a "Crazy" build an Art Car. Ya know, I really gotta thank my old boss for pointing out that I "FINALLY had a good idea".
Meanwhile, not enough Art Cars.
Do me a favor, MAKE something today and escape.
I have more toys...than anybody...Google my name.