Bowl Sale Woes...
So, our annual bowl sale at the ceramics department went both well and horribly horribly wrong.
It went well as far as the sale is concerned. We filled up both kilns completely (a feat never before managed) and then sold almost everything in them.
All my work went in the first hour, and I sold several large bowls for $100-$150 each.
But it all went horribly horribly wrong where I am concerned.
I was miserable.
I got fiveish hours of sleep so I was exhausted. I had half a donut for breakfast, and by ten I was trying to organize lunch. I was told by one girl that this other guy was bringing pizza and he would stop in to get our order in about 30 minutes. Well he never came and so I was trying to organize the ordering of pizza but everyone kept telling me that this other dude was bringing it... and I asked if we should call him to make sure since he hadn't shown up yet and everyone told me no, just wait.
I was starving and I'm not to happy when I'm hungry and this is NO WAY to organize a GROUP lunch. EVER.
Because when the guy finaly showed up at one, he brought the worst pizza I have ever had.
It was paper thin so where the sauce was it was floppy, and where the sauce wasn't it was ROCK hard and burned to a charcoal crisp. I ate five slices and was still hungry because there was NO substance to them. Two of the pizza had pears and walnuts on them.... and that's just weird.
I didn't want no gormet shit, I wanted some REAL food.
I make better pizzas with tortillas in my microwave for crying out loud.
Then we had to stuff, seal, and label about a million and one envelopes, which sucked.
Everyone was bickering and there are people in this group that disturb the peace.*
There is one girl whos personality is like a cheese grater to my soul and I swear I was about an inch from snapping and just tearing her a new one by the end of the day. I hate being forced to spend all day in the same room as someone I cannot stand being around.
So I ended up crying in the bathroom for a bit and leaving early before I killed someone.
To make me feel better, I went home, dressed up in the most outrageous outfit I could, and then went to the big annual dinner for everyone in my scholarship program. I wore my Daniel Boone hat for the first time. It was fun. Cheered me right up.
I like meeting cool intelligent people, even though they make me feel like an intellectual slaggard.
I have spent my four years learning how to make really pretty things.... but that doesn't look so good on paper. :P
So when they introduced the graduating class and listed their accomplishments and major(s)... I felt kinda silly. I know that I shouldn't.... But still. When you're in a group with people who are doing things such as majoring in math and chemistry with a minor in engineering who also qualified for the olympic trials, you end up feeling pretty insufficient even though you know you are only differently abled. :P
*Last night at setup Nate got so tired of the bickering that he finally said, "New rule for this evening: You have to act like you love eachother."
He would go out for a smoke or to answer his phone and if he heard any bickering he'd stick his head in and yell out "LOVE!!!!"
It was hysterical, if not ultimately effective yelling, "Love! Damnit! Love!!!"
It went well as far as the sale is concerned. We filled up both kilns completely (a feat never before managed) and then sold almost everything in them.
All my work went in the first hour, and I sold several large bowls for $100-$150 each.
But it all went horribly horribly wrong where I am concerned.
I was miserable.
I got fiveish hours of sleep so I was exhausted. I had half a donut for breakfast, and by ten I was trying to organize lunch. I was told by one girl that this other guy was bringing pizza and he would stop in to get our order in about 30 minutes. Well he never came and so I was trying to organize the ordering of pizza but everyone kept telling me that this other dude was bringing it... and I asked if we should call him to make sure since he hadn't shown up yet and everyone told me no, just wait.
I was starving and I'm not to happy when I'm hungry and this is NO WAY to organize a GROUP lunch. EVER.
Because when the guy finaly showed up at one, he brought the worst pizza I have ever had.
It was paper thin so where the sauce was it was floppy, and where the sauce wasn't it was ROCK hard and burned to a charcoal crisp. I ate five slices and was still hungry because there was NO substance to them. Two of the pizza had pears and walnuts on them.... and that's just weird.
I didn't want no gormet shit, I wanted some REAL food.
I make better pizzas with tortillas in my microwave for crying out loud.
Then we had to stuff, seal, and label about a million and one envelopes, which sucked.
Everyone was bickering and there are people in this group that disturb the peace.*
There is one girl whos personality is like a cheese grater to my soul and I swear I was about an inch from snapping and just tearing her a new one by the end of the day. I hate being forced to spend all day in the same room as someone I cannot stand being around.
So I ended up crying in the bathroom for a bit and leaving early before I killed someone.
To make me feel better, I went home, dressed up in the most outrageous outfit I could, and then went to the big annual dinner for everyone in my scholarship program. I wore my Daniel Boone hat for the first time. It was fun. Cheered me right up.
I like meeting cool intelligent people, even though they make me feel like an intellectual slaggard.
I have spent my four years learning how to make really pretty things.... but that doesn't look so good on paper. :P
So when they introduced the graduating class and listed their accomplishments and major(s)... I felt kinda silly. I know that I shouldn't.... But still. When you're in a group with people who are doing things such as majoring in math and chemistry with a minor in engineering who also qualified for the olympic trials, you end up feeling pretty insufficient even though you know you are only differently abled. :P
*Last night at setup Nate got so tired of the bickering that he finally said, "New rule for this evening: You have to act like you love eachother."
He would go out for a smoke or to answer his phone and if he heard any bickering he'd stick his head in and yell out "LOVE!!!!"
It was hysterical, if not ultimately effective yelling, "Love! Damnit! Love!!!"