Paint meeting

It was a weird meeting. Dad, the Paint guy and me. Figuring out what to do and how. It’s tight, the Paint guy is super busy and looking at my room, he told us he would need a week of work. Fair enough.

My dad doesn’t really make any sense in his decisions, says something to me, says the opposite to the Paint guy, I don’t know to which one he lies to, that’s how connected we are. I mean his train of thoughts is not straight when the meeting is simple: how long, how much, when. It doesn’t seem like an insane equation. He freaks the shit out for everything, for no reason. What a drama bitch sometimes.

Anyway. Meanwhile we’re chatting and the Paint guy –that we have known for twenty years- is telling us that he has way too much work, up to next year. And that in the beautiful French way, he only hires when he loses contracts! Why? Because hiring is such a pain in France, it is such a crazy amount of admin shit and heavy taxes that he prefers not to grow his business, he just hires for a couple of months when it’s really needed. He’s lucky to be on a local market because if he had to compete internationally like I have to with the computer game market his business wouldn’t be thriving, trust me.

Then I look at the story of AirBnB, Facebook making so much money, CA friends being in startups and it’s just crazy how much things in France are not exciting you know? It feels like you’ll never go nowhere, don’t dream because that will not happen here. Just enjoy your vacation ten weeks a year, not knowing what to do because wages suck. My design mind kicks in and I’m mad at that terrible design and its opposite cousin in the US (one vacation week a year, buy too much shit). Whatevs.

Sigh. Almost there. All the trees outside are green which is usually a sign that I’ll take off soon, which is quite the case, which is quite fucking crazy. I’m drained and alive.