I'm back from ROC.....
Just got my pink IC.. i'm totally OFF the freakin army... and it's time to start working..
Stress... is a word that we usually use.. and most of the times... ends up somewhere having a drink and having some smokes.. that usually cures the 'stress' for that period.
However, sometimes, when life is really stressed.. and no amount of alcohol and ciggys can take your mind away from the things in my mind, i think that is real stress. I'm going to start a business. That's freaking me out. I have no business training, management skills, and absolutely bad at making judgements. The only thing that i'm holding on is the dream that it'll work. It's an industry that is almost at it's sunset. It's a dying arena. And hell.. i'm moving in - in hope that it'll turn around to a brighter future. I'm talking about black and white, film photography, developing and printing. The plans are now slowly taking shape.. and the entire business plan is slowing being formed. Now it's getting my lazy ass to type some emails and do some work.
Alot of times i think to myself... hey.. no fucking one knows wad i'm going thru now.. a young punk putting in half his life's savings into this uncertain business. A young kid that has no credible training or qualifications trying to break into this aging market. Everyone else is moving on... going overseas to study... getting a new job.. or at least something that ensures them that they are actually moving..... on.....
But like what ivan said a while back... 'it's not which train that you get on or where it's going.. just get on a fucking train that brings you somewhere'.
Anywyz.. i'm going to visit some junkyards tomolo to see if there's anything good for me to get... and if anyone needs to get rid of any old furniture... let me know.. industrial... factory... kind of stuffs.... yupp!..
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