The good news: I now have a third job, working Wednesday days at the new toy factory/magic shop in Key West, entertaining people as a magician. I get to learn a bunch of new tricks that I might not otherwise learn, so that I can demonstrate them to potential customers. I also have the potential for performing for kids' parties in-house (more money!), as well as for booking private shows outside of the store (even more money!).
Bad news: the owner really wants his magicians doing balloon animals for the kids who come in. I have never done balloon animals, and frankly don't want to start doing them now, for several reasons. One, the time spent doing that I could be doing something else--like magic tricks! Two, I just KNOW that some local is going to see me doing balloon animals there and then wonder, probably out loud, why I do not do balloon animals at the restaurant I do magic at once a week. I REFUSE to start doing balloon animals at that gig. First, that would be more shit I would have to carry. Secondly, I can just see night where all I would be doing would be balloon animals. The very thought makes me nauseous.
I am vaguely pondering the thought that maybe if I do the balloon animals really badly, the owner will decide my talents are best used elsewhere.
I like balloon animals--when other people make them. But right now, I really, really, REALLY hate balloon animals. Puke.
Bad news: the owner really wants his magicians doing balloon animals for the kids who come in. I have never done balloon animals, and frankly don't want to start doing them now, for several reasons. One, the time spent doing that I could be doing something else--like magic tricks! Two, I just KNOW that some local is going to see me doing balloon animals there and then wonder, probably out loud, why I do not do balloon animals at the restaurant I do magic at once a week. I REFUSE to start doing balloon animals at that gig. First, that would be more shit I would have to carry. Secondly, I can just see night where all I would be doing would be balloon animals. The very thought makes me nauseous.
I am vaguely pondering the thought that maybe if I do the balloon animals really badly, the owner will decide my talents are best used elsewhere.
I like balloon animals--when other people make them. But right now, I really, really, REALLY hate balloon animals. Puke.





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