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the sales
desk. “Here, just put the balance on my card.”
Max refused, but I ignored it because Max needed to get it
today while he had the rented truck. I told the clerk to go ahead and complete
the transaction. “It’s no big deal, Max. I know where you live.” And I
plan to be getting my share of use out of it.
“I deposited a $5000 check yesterday for one of the guitars
I just finished. I’ll pay you back as soon as it clears,” he assured me.
“Sounds good. I’m not worried about it.” I shrugged my
shoulders and smiled. I really didn’t want him to feel bad about the situation
and ruin the afternoon.
Max fell quiet, however, not saying a word as we walked back
to the truck. The silence became deafening as we picked up the purchase and
headed back to the house. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do or say, but I just
wanted to make things better for him. I found myself struggling for the right
words, because I didn’t want to make things worse.
“Did you say you sold a guitar for five grand this week?
That’s amazing,” I finally said, after strategizing in my head.
“Yeah, it was mahogany with two custom inlays on the neck
and body, along with custom pin striping on the back. Those are pricey.”
“You wouldn’t have to sell very many of those to make a
really good living.”
“No, but I have to pay Charlie over a grand for making the
sale. Then it’s about another $1500 for all of the parts and hardware. You’re
right, though. If I can catch a break or two, things could turn around
quickly. That’s why I haven’t given up.”
“You know, Max, making money is pretty easy. What’s harder
is making money doing something you truly love. When this goes, you’ll be one
of the few lucky ones who make it work.”
“Holy crap! How did you get so insightful?” he quipped.
“I just get it, Max. We both see people going to work every
day and spending their time being miserable. You’re one of the few brave ones
who chose not to throw your life away in exchange for money. You need to meet
my Uncle Felix. He’s a marketing whiz.”
“And where does this Uncle Felix live?” he asked, suddenly
reinvigorated.
“He’s got a place right on the ocean in Fort Lauderdale. We
should road trip.”
“Alright, after I finish helping Derek with the house, we’ll
road trip to Fort Lauderdale for a weekend.”
The look on his face eased dramatically as we talked about
how it was just a matter of time before everything worked out. All he needs
is some positive feedback and a little help getting some marketing in place.
Ft Lauderdale will be a blast, too! He will love my uncle, plus we can have a
little fun on the beach.
By the time we returned, Hadley was inspecting the house,
and Derek was ready to start ripping up tile in the upstairs bathroom. I
offered to help Max unload the truck and was a little offended by his reaction.
“You hang out with Hadley while Derek and I take these up. I
don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he replied, seeming sincere.
Growing up with two older brothers, I had always been
tougher than I looked. I’m sure Max didn’t mean to offend me, and since I was
wearing flip flops, I let it go. I pictured myself tripping and taking a
tumble down the stairs. It’s probably for the best, but I’m still
offended. Why don’t guys understand that there’s a time to treat us like
ladies and a time to let us be one of the boys .
“Derek and Max are going to rip up the bathroom, so I’m
going back home to sort through my clothes,” Hadley informed me as I walked in.
“Yeah, I haven’t even started packing anything yet.”
“With all of the work that needs to get done here, it’s not
a rush,” she replied, with a roll of her pretty hazel eyes.
Hadley was one of those bubbly, fun girls, who could
fluctuate between dirty blond, black, and brunette based on her mood. For the
time
desk. “Here, just put the balance on my card.”
Max refused, but I ignored it because Max needed to get it
today while he had the rented truck. I told the clerk to go ahead and complete
the transaction. “It’s no big deal, Max. I know where you live.” And I
plan to be getting my share of use out of it.
“I deposited a $5000 check yesterday for one of the guitars
I just finished. I’ll pay you back as soon as it clears,” he assured me.
“Sounds good. I’m not worried about it.” I shrugged my
shoulders and smiled. I really didn’t want him to feel bad about the situation
and ruin the afternoon.
Max fell quiet, however, not saying a word as we walked back
to the truck. The silence became deafening as we picked up the purchase and
headed back to the house. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do or say, but I just
wanted to make things better for him. I found myself struggling for the right
words, because I didn’t want to make things worse.
“Did you say you sold a guitar for five grand this week?
That’s amazing,” I finally said, after strategizing in my head.
“Yeah, it was mahogany with two custom inlays on the neck
and body, along with custom pin striping on the back. Those are pricey.”
“You wouldn’t have to sell very many of those to make a
really good living.”
“No, but I have to pay Charlie over a grand for making the
sale. Then it’s about another $1500 for all of the parts and hardware. You’re
right, though. If I can catch a break or two, things could turn around
quickly. That’s why I haven’t given up.”
“You know, Max, making money is pretty easy. What’s harder
is making money doing something you truly love. When this goes, you’ll be one
of the few lucky ones who make it work.”
“Holy crap! How did you get so insightful?” he quipped.
“I just get it, Max. We both see people going to work every
day and spending their time being miserable. You’re one of the few brave ones
who chose not to throw your life away in exchange for money. You need to meet
my Uncle Felix. He’s a marketing whiz.”
“And where does this Uncle Felix live?” he asked, suddenly
reinvigorated.
“He’s got a place right on the ocean in Fort Lauderdale. We
should road trip.”
“Alright, after I finish helping Derek with the house, we’ll
road trip to Fort Lauderdale for a weekend.”
The look on his face eased dramatically as we talked about
how it was just a matter of time before everything worked out. All he needs
is some positive feedback and a little help getting some marketing in place.
Ft Lauderdale will be a blast, too! He will love my uncle, plus we can have a
little fun on the beach.
By the time we returned, Hadley was inspecting the house,
and Derek was ready to start ripping up tile in the upstairs bathroom. I
offered to help Max unload the truck and was a little offended by his reaction.
“You hang out with Hadley while Derek and I take these up. I
don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he replied, seeming sincere.
Growing up with two older brothers, I had always been
tougher than I looked. I’m sure Max didn’t mean to offend me, and since I was
wearing flip flops, I let it go. I pictured myself tripping and taking a
tumble down the stairs. It’s probably for the best, but I’m still
offended. Why don’t guys understand that there’s a time to treat us like
ladies and a time to let us be one of the boys .
“Derek and Max are going to rip up the bathroom, so I’m
going back home to sort through my clothes,” Hadley informed me as I walked in.
“Yeah, I haven’t even started packing anything yet.”
“With all of the work that needs to get done here, it’s not
a rush,” she replied, with a roll of her pretty hazel eyes.
Hadley was one of those bubbly, fun girls, who could
fluctuate between dirty blond, black, and brunette based on her mood. For the
time
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