Stress.....

So tomorrow is my art show where i am showing my ice piece and i have it all ready and prepared. I was proactive (amazingly) and got everything i needed to do for this. The only thing that i couldn't do myself was to get the bullets. You need a permit to buy bullets, so i had to obviously outsource this part, but had contacted them well in advance of the date.

So my TKD master is also a Sheriff and has access to lots of bullets. We also have the Firearms Academy located in the office of the TKD school too, so i figured i had a lot of ammo suppliers. I asked my Master about getting them and sent him multiple emails. I first asked for some sample bullets to try this out and make sure it would work. I have in my hands 5 bullets of different calibers. I need 64 bullets total, so i seem to be lacking 59 bullets. now this piece will look rather silly with a lot of long holes drilled to hold a total of 5 bullets. Not as effective.

I get repeated promises that he would have the bullets for me at Thursdays class. I show up, after 2 emails going back and forth that day, to find that he is not there. He doesn't even show up. He sent a text message to a girl who teaches kickboxing, asking her to cover for him. I went to my phone to find no message at all. I sent him another email saying that the show is this Saturday and that i really NEED these. He sends this vague message saying that he'll have the head guy from the Firearms Academy give them to me. So, i decide to be proactive, yet again, and forward the message to the Firearms guy, so that in case he wasn't told that this was the plan, that maybe somehow I could make sure that I would still get these bullets.

But this was this morning that I had done this in a mad panic. And yet, i have heard nothing. I hate hearing nothing. I hate this feeling of putting my trust into someone else. It has my name on the sculpture and if I don't get these, I will look like the biggest ass ever. I figured i was ahead of the game and all set. I thought, you did good! You are all set for this. And yet i feel like shit and am scared to death that this will not pull through. I want them in my hand. i want to be assured that this will happen. I just want someone responsible and understanding to make it better. I want to not freak out about something as silly as bullets.