, hung out drinking coworkers and with teachers all in one day, my life is surreal
OK :
tuesday: a tour and then we did a wine tasting (i can NOT belive i got paid to drink on the job my first day), watched silly safety movies, and met lots of people...biked home soaking in the rain...
went to school to set up for reviews, went out for drinks with elisa and who did we end up spending the evening with but my two teachers, and my color teacher who i idealize as a god because (hes been in painting shows next to mark rothko and philip guston: other gods) was wicked drunk and told me everything i would have wanted him to say sober and then some....I shouldent have been happy about it but people tell the 'truth' when they are drunk dont they? Anyways I had mixed feelings about it.
Came home...1 am making humus...jim and I at around 2 am were going to drunk drive to get some chick peas...but then we realised that his window had been broken into and his radio was torn out....so we decided not to go get chickpeas and to insted file a polic report.... the police showed up a little late as in
7am wendsday: amusing art crits (not mine yet) 9am-3pm and then I rushed to trador joes to work 4-11: I organized cheese into red skined wheel patterns, this adorable boy (one of the few i find attractive....who lied and told the managers he knew me so they would hire me) left me a silly mean note on my bag, someone also named matt gave me his name tag to wear, biggest mistake today: I accidentally mistook one asian customer for another...and someone bitched about whiteness strawberries....one can never be to Politically correct anymore.
tuesday: a tour and then we did a wine tasting (i can NOT belive i got paid to drink on the job my first day), watched silly safety movies, and met lots of people...biked home soaking in the rain...
went to school to set up for reviews, went out for drinks with elisa and who did we end up spending the evening with but my two teachers, and my color teacher who i idealize as a god because (hes been in painting shows next to mark rothko and philip guston: other gods) was wicked drunk and told me everything i would have wanted him to say sober and then some....I shouldent have been happy about it but people tell the 'truth' when they are drunk dont they? Anyways I had mixed feelings about it.
Came home...1 am making humus...jim and I at around 2 am were going to drunk drive to get some chick peas...but then we realised that his window had been broken into and his radio was torn out....so we decided not to go get chickpeas and to insted file a polic report.... the police showed up a little late as in
7am wendsday: amusing art crits (not mine yet) 9am-3pm and then I rushed to trador joes to work 4-11: I organized cheese into red skined wheel patterns, this adorable boy (one of the few i find attractive....who lied and told the managers he knew me so they would hire me) left me a silly mean note on my bag, someone also named matt gave me his name tag to wear, biggest mistake today: I accidentally mistook one asian customer for another...and someone bitched about whiteness strawberries....one can never be to Politically correct anymore.