@msolga,
Msolga, what I learned from first-hand, personal experience is, even tho' an addict eventually succumbing to their addiction is sorta expected, loved ones never stop hoping and, in many cases, actually believing that the addicted son or daughter, brother or sister, will wake up one morning a changed person ready to deal with their dependencies. And when that doesn't happen and the inevitable does happen, it's still like a punch in the stomach.
I got some disappointing news this morning. Last summer, a friend of mine put me in contact with an entrepreneur who has a wonderfully exciting and creative product idea which he would like me to oversee as head designer and creative director. It's the kind of dream project that every designer hopes for at least once in their career and I have been very excited about it for awhile now. We've hammered out the contract, I've signed a letter of non-disclosure, we've worked out royalty fees and a monthly retainer, the only thing missing was the financing which, since this mans' career is in banking, seemed to be simply a matter of organizing and getting ones ducks in a row. Sure enough, when we spoke in November, he assured me that everything was on track, his financial picture was in order and he would be ready to begin work in January or February. Well now I'm hearing a different tune from the friend who connected us. It appears that our entrepreneur has gotten all geeked up about another project and I have since learned, from him, that our project has been put on 'temporary' hold. I'm embarrassed to admit how much I'd been counting on this project. I NEEDED this project.
He said that all he needed was the funding to get our project up and running. He had the drive, the ambition, the passion and after hooking up with me, he'd found his creative spirit. He was ready to rock and roll and all he needed was the funding. Well, he's gotten the funding, just as he'd planned. And it wasn't just a couple of grand. It's my understanding that he scored over half a million in the sale of a piece of property. But just like that, he's turned his attention to something else when only a few months ago, he was all but crying to me because he wasn't in a position to greenlight our project.
My husband often accuses me of being much too cynical and distrustful in business. And this is exactly why I'm cynical and distrustful. But I chose to believe in this man and his dream and now I feel like he's been blowing smoke up my skirt for five months, toying with me. Perhaps that was not his intent but, the results are the same. I'm telling you, if we lived in the same city, I'd be standing in front of the bank where he works with a baseball bat, ready to clobber him.
I'm not saying that our project will never happen but one thing's for certain. I won't be holding my breath.
