Recently Rhonda, Laura and I applied to show as a group at Concordia's VAV gallery. To be absolutely brutally honest, I didn't think we'd get it. Partly because I don't know if I've EVER seen an all-painting show there and partly because, well ... I'm a pessimist.
But god damn, do I fucking love being wrong.
oh and PS- The whole weird period and moodiness thing... turns out I was just PMSing.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
TMI?
This is a story a coworker shared with me that for some reason upset me the more I thought about it. I thought I'd share with you. There is a man who comes in every day and asks for a toasted bagel with peanut butter and jam. We do not, nor have we ever, served peanut butter. Jam, yes. Peanut butter, no. I guess the first time he asked for it Ely overheard him and I don't know if he was feeling generous or if the guy was really charming but Ely offered him some of his Personal Stash peanut butter. And I'm not sure how or why this happened, but Ely told this man and whoever was working that day that this customer, and ONLY this customer, could have some of his peanut butter. Fine.
The thing is, the guy comes in and asks for the peanut butter everyday, regardless of whether or not Ely is working. There are around 15 people who work with us, so often when the guy asks for it someone will politely tell him that we don't have any (not even knowing Ely has some hidden in a cupboard somewhere), unaware on their "arrangement". This happened to me and the man smugly pointed out where it was hidden and expected me to do his bidding. My coworker told me that the other day he said: "you're going to go in that cupboard, get the jar of peanut butter that's there, take a scoop out with a little spoon, put it on a plate with 2 jams and one butter". She stared at him, smiled, said "okay!" went to the cupboard, found the peanut butter, threw it behind everything (when you open the door it blocks his line of sight) and told him that she had no idea what he was talking about because their was no peanut butter. He then turned to another girl working and asked HER to look. She did, not knowing that it was now hiding behind a bunch of junk, and confirmed that there was indeed no peanut butter.
Later that day a bunch of us discussed the matter and communally agreed that since this man insisted on treating us like incompetent retards for not knowing we had peanut butter and since he was now taking advantage of someone's generosity by DEMANDING the favor everyday, peanut butter was no longer available to him. Let this be a lesson to all of you; be nice to your barista, for we control your peanut butter supply.
I don't know what my deal is lately, but I'm unsociable, unmotivated and just generally unhappy and stressed. My period only lasted a day and a half which is about, I dunno, about 5 to 7 days shorter than, oh, just about every period I've had ever. Which is too much info for most of you, but whatever. I looked it up, which is totally pointless I know, and it could mean pretty much anything ranging from absolutely nothing, to stress, to tumors or some shit like that. I'm a little sketched.
I skipped out on painting tonight because I was exhausted but then felt relatively awake all night. I feel like a lame asshole for presenting an unfinished painting in class tomorrow. I'm feeling frustrated right now.
The thing is, the guy comes in and asks for the peanut butter everyday, regardless of whether or not Ely is working. There are around 15 people who work with us, so often when the guy asks for it someone will politely tell him that we don't have any (not even knowing Ely has some hidden in a cupboard somewhere), unaware on their "arrangement". This happened to me and the man smugly pointed out where it was hidden and expected me to do his bidding. My coworker told me that the other day he said: "you're going to go in that cupboard, get the jar of peanut butter that's there, take a scoop out with a little spoon, put it on a plate with 2 jams and one butter". She stared at him, smiled, said "okay!" went to the cupboard, found the peanut butter, threw it behind everything (when you open the door it blocks his line of sight) and told him that she had no idea what he was talking about because their was no peanut butter. He then turned to another girl working and asked HER to look. She did, not knowing that it was now hiding behind a bunch of junk, and confirmed that there was indeed no peanut butter.
Later that day a bunch of us discussed the matter and communally agreed that since this man insisted on treating us like incompetent retards for not knowing we had peanut butter and since he was now taking advantage of someone's generosity by DEMANDING the favor everyday, peanut butter was no longer available to him. Let this be a lesson to all of you; be nice to your barista, for we control your peanut butter supply.
I don't know what my deal is lately, but I'm unsociable, unmotivated and just generally unhappy and stressed. My period only lasted a day and a half which is about, I dunno, about 5 to 7 days shorter than, oh, just about every period I've had ever. Which is too much info for most of you, but whatever. I looked it up, which is totally pointless I know, and it could mean pretty much anything ranging from absolutely nothing, to stress, to tumors or some shit like that. I'm a little sketched.
I skipped out on painting tonight because I was exhausted but then felt relatively awake all night. I feel like a lame asshole for presenting an unfinished painting in class tomorrow. I'm feeling frustrated right now.
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