Sorry you had such a traumatic day/event. By this time, hopefully,
your “drinking” and depressive mood should have
If it happens again — and it does to all of us – Put this
scenario in your mind…taking on the responsibility of casting a
master wax for someone who, you know, worked on it for 2-3 days
getting it “just right”. AND during the burnout/casting of it,
because you’ve refused to make a Faustian contract with the Devil
about always getting 100% casting results, something goes WRONG and I
mean WRONG to the point the piece is totaled, kaput, unsalvageable,
and probaly unrecognizable. Now after the diaster not only do you
have to self flagellate but you have to explain, in sometimes
nebulous terms, that, what they saw in their eyes and held in their
hands with so much planning and care, is now given up to the Universe
for very, very unknown reasons.
Some people understand (those that have a good working knowledge of
casting, some don’t (those that are seen immediately appply for a
handgun permit or shopping for baseball bats at Walmart.
Now, after beating your head on the wall and near full sobriety sets
in, you begin thinking about “making an appointment with Satan” to
get it right next time and not have to go through the anguish again.
So, not only do we have PAIN, but also a moral
Hope a smile has returned after your mishap and that this little
story helps to maintain it.