mastercraftsman

I once apprenticed to this dude who always stressed I should radiate positive energy or I could never create anything. I took that to heart and years later live by that mantra. So today I was really cranking. Things were rolling along sweetly, and I felt like Santa overlooking all his elves, happily working. The cnc programs were long, so I walked around chatting a lot, checking up and cracking jokes. I was so confident in everyone I was on autopilot, and daydreamed about flyfishing in the keys. I was going through the motions, my arm ghost casting here and there, and noticed my boss had peeked out of the office for a look. He looked very pleased. Later I run into him at the coffee machine and he is jovial. "Hey man. Saw you out there cracking the whip. They sure are busting ass today." I just laughed, and he started laughing too. "Dude, I wasn't cracking a WHIP. That was my ROLLCAST." That big grin gradually turned into a frown, and he turned away without saying a word.
On the way home I was jamming comepletely the fuck out to "Fascination Street" by the Cure, and was a little slow noticing a green light. Road rage ensued behind me, and I smiled like I'd just seen my best friend, and waved and grinned. They sped off after giving me one of those looks like "man, you are so fucking stupid you don't even know I'm insulting you..."
Life is good