I had a nice job, it gave good bonus pay. Had not been there long enough so when the annual two week holiday shutdown came I was not eligible for any wages. As I did not want to sign on the dole I ask for any temporary work. Six week was the shortest. They said go along anyway. So I did and was accepted for the two weeks I need the cover for. White Emulsioning huge walls at least I had a brush in hand, and got good practice making clean straight lines at the edges. I enjoyed myself. towards the end of the two weeks I was asked if I could rejuvenate a sign out on the front of the building. I thought I could and said I would bring in my paints, brushes and easel. Last day on the Friday the manager called me up to the office and asked me to take a job with them. The pay was quite a bit lower. However I accepted his sincere words. “you will do well with us.” After about 18 months the new project a trim shop was not going that well. I was looking around to find new work. But then called up to see the manger once more. George said, “How would you like to do our poster and sign work John.” What gave him the idea I could I do not know. He must have recalled the sign I rejuvenated. Well me knees turned to jelly while saying yes I would like that. Only trouble was I did not have any real experience at such work. Straight down to the library for any books I could find on the subject and started practicing away like mad. They first put me in the rest break room and after a few weeks I was asked what did I need for my studio. A few weeks later I moved in to a converted garage at one of the firms service stations. All rigged out with my requests. As I was on my own I could come and go as I pleased. This enabled me to do the vital practice I needed. I did all sorts of poster, signs and window displays. Oh and my pay went up and they payed me for whatever hours I worked. Sometimes I did have to work till very late at night. Sometimes you have to go down before you go up. So there you go. “Never Say No!” Until the next episode imagine you are watching the end credits and listening to our theme music Form the film The Thomas Crown Affair. Sung by Noel Harrison, of course. Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!

Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair!
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find 
In the windmills of your mind!