Idiots, family, and work...no idiots or family at work though.
I was very tired after my weekend trip to Colorado to be with Victoria *the demi-goddess* while her family was going through some tough times. (More on my trip later) So I slept off and on until about 6 pm, when Matt came home, draggin behind him bumbling fucking baboon nuts, "Tardo." I did not mind Tardo until it became very clear that the man was ignorant and did not care. He had very few manners on top of that. He interrupted constantly. He bounced and hollered when he got excited over something (sparkly or on fire usually) and he put his filthy hat on my clean couch. I thought his hat really was black. NO. It was a camo hat that had so much filth on it that it appeared black. Tardo thought this was hilarious. I did not. After dinner, the boys went to bed and I skipped off to work to make mondo loads of clay for the start of school tomorrow. (80% of which will not be used but will be thrown back into the waste bucket because, well, that's what beginners do.) When I get there, I clean all the wheels, tables, counters, sinks etc. And make about 300 lbs of clay (thank the other clay fairy for making the rest for me <3) I run water into all the drains and generally get the main two rooms in the order of cleanliness that I want others to keep it in. (thinking that maybe....possibly if they see it clean it will stay that way longer) Then I go into MY room. It's the glaze making room. I call it my room because it's where I prefer to spend all of my work time and I get a little peace out of making something that requires thought and chemicals and makes pretty colors when they are lit on fire. MY room was destroyed. Everything that I had done the last time I was there (unpaid mind you) to set up things the way I like, have been UNDONE. I want to claw out eyes.
AND while I was making the clay, listening to DMB really loudly, a security guard comes in. This wouldn't be a big deal other than I scare worse than anyone I've ever seen. I immediately lost the use of my legs and was dangling my body/ hiding behind the pug mill panting and screaming obscenities. Then I realize its an old man. *hangs head* I can no longer speak from fright but he asks a few questions and I nod my head and try to smile. He locks the door and leaves while I thank all that is holy I did not need to poo when he came in.
AND while I was making the clay, listening to DMB really loudly, a security guard comes in. This wouldn't be a big deal other than I scare worse than anyone I've ever seen. I immediately lost the use of my legs and was dangling my body/ hiding behind the pug mill panting and screaming obscenities. Then I realize its an old man. *hangs head* I can no longer speak from fright but he asks a few questions and I nod my head and try to smile. He locks the door and leaves while I thank all that is holy I did not need to poo when he came in.