Apr 04, 2011 00:37
First screw-up of the job today. Dr. Aronofsky yelled at me about the preservation of medieval inks and asked me why I couldn't be more like Patrick. Patrick is Dr. Aronofsky's golden boy. Like me he's from America but he's been here for four years and speaks perfect French. He's on the good side of everyone at all of the museums we work at and Dr. Aronofsky asks him for advice.
I kinda hate Patrick.
Okay, I really hate Patrick.
I got on Skype with Darry and he played me a new song he wrote for Saoirse. Darry told me to pull a prank on Patrick, just something to throw him off-balance. I'm not really the pranking type... which Darry knows. At our house Darry's the prank-puller, not me. I do like the idea of throwing Patrick off balance... somehow.
I get the feeling somebody's watching me, especially when I'm sitting at the piano with my back to the one big window. But that can't be right. I live on the third floor and that window looks out over an alleyway. Where would this theoretical person be?
Too much work, too much stress - that has to be it. Once we get through this series of medieval ledgers things will slow down again... and in the meantime, I should probably get some curtains.