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everything has gone a little strange...
i finished my exhibition on monday... i am very strangely good at working to a school deadline... while people worked through the night throwing together sketch books and god knows what i went to the cinema at 6 to see satc... it felt very strange
i'll post pictures of the show when i get my camera back off of steve (theres a few bits and pieces over at my bloooog - mysmallwood.blogspot.com )
but the strange things are waking up tuesday morning to ric telling me the banner i'd painted and hung outside on the railings the afternoon before had been stolen... which was one of my major submissions... so i had to go into school still in a bit of a daze to get one of the technicians to go find the tutors (who were in a closed assessment of our work) to tell them... at which point i started crying in front of the technicians... which... made me feel really stupid... but it was pretty upsetting... thankfully my tutors had seen the banner the afternoon before... and i'd managed to get a couple of pictures on my digital camera... so they said its ok... and maybe i should just repaint it for the degree show opening...
so having heard that i went to tackle my other major worry... money... i didnt have enough money in my account... so it was highly likely my rent cheque would bounce... so i had to get my overdraft extended... here enters a personal banker called dumi... now i'm referring to him as my personal banker... but its a first come first serve basis... so had the dice fallen different i could have ended up with the frumpy woman instead... instead of my own personal stalker...
we were chatting... passing the time between things loading on computers... while forms were filled... polite... like you do with people in shops... he was asking about what i did... if i had a portfolio with me(?) and ended up with me saying 'no but... website' which he went to...! on the computer at his desk in barclays bank...! while he was supposed to be advising me on my money situation!!!
then he said he'd give me a call when they got a decision back from the student account people about my overdraft... and took my phone number off me... then took his mobile out of his pocket and called me... said he's call me later... said he'd walk out with me... and stood on the steps to the bank looked right down my top then back to my eyes and said 'there are things i cant really say in my place of work... but i'll call you'
later he texted me... (i didnt reply) then a little after that he called me (i didnt answer) and then again today i got a call from a withheld number... (i still didnt answer)
firstly... my personal banker who has access to all of my bank details and all of the things i spend my money on is NOT allowed to hit on me... in the same way my doctor is not allowed to hit on me!
secondly... i remember saying a while back that it might be cool to have my own stalker... jokingly... saying it would make me feel wanted... well i now officially take it back...!
what i dont take back is my first slip up in a while... i made a conscious decision to never wish painful situations on people who had angered me (because of guilt and issues with karma) instead i wished embarrassing situations on them (birds poo... split trousers... being splashed by a bus going through a massive puddle etc) but yesterday i wish actual bodily harm on the person who stole my banner... and... i still do... or even maybe emotional harm... i hope their girlfriend/boyfriend cheats on them with their mum/dad... i hope their girlfriend/boyfriend clears out their flat together... leaving the banner thief sat in an empty flat with nothing but my banner...
a rather scary thought is my personal banker has been stalking me for a while and stole the banner to add to shrine to me (along with the banner i painted in february... the black pen from my colour pen set and all of my old lost mobile phones...)
hehe...
i finished my exhibition on monday... i am very strangely good at working to a school deadline... while people worked through the night throwing together sketch books and god knows what i went to the cinema at 6 to see satc... it felt very strange
i'll post pictures of the show when i get my camera back off of steve (theres a few bits and pieces over at my bloooog - mysmallwood.blogspot.com )
but the strange things are waking up tuesday morning to ric telling me the banner i'd painted and hung outside on the railings the afternoon before had been stolen... which was one of my major submissions... so i had to go into school still in a bit of a daze to get one of the technicians to go find the tutors (who were in a closed assessment of our work) to tell them... at which point i started crying in front of the technicians... which... made me feel really stupid... but it was pretty upsetting... thankfully my tutors had seen the banner the afternoon before... and i'd managed to get a couple of pictures on my digital camera... so they said its ok... and maybe i should just repaint it for the degree show opening...
so having heard that i went to tackle my other major worry... money... i didnt have enough money in my account... so it was highly likely my rent cheque would bounce... so i had to get my overdraft extended... here enters a personal banker called dumi... now i'm referring to him as my personal banker... but its a first come first serve basis... so had the dice fallen different i could have ended up with the frumpy woman instead... instead of my own personal stalker...
we were chatting... passing the time between things loading on computers... while forms were filled... polite... like you do with people in shops... he was asking about what i did... if i had a portfolio with me(?) and ended up with me saying 'no but... website' which he went to...! on the computer at his desk in barclays bank...! while he was supposed to be advising me on my money situation!!!
then he said he'd give me a call when they got a decision back from the student account people about my overdraft... and took my phone number off me... then took his mobile out of his pocket and called me... said he's call me later... said he'd walk out with me... and stood on the steps to the bank looked right down my top then back to my eyes and said 'there are things i cant really say in my place of work... but i'll call you'
later he texted me... (i didnt reply) then a little after that he called me (i didnt answer) and then again today i got a call from a withheld number... (i still didnt answer)
firstly... my personal banker who has access to all of my bank details and all of the things i spend my money on is NOT allowed to hit on me... in the same way my doctor is not allowed to hit on me!
secondly... i remember saying a while back that it might be cool to have my own stalker... jokingly... saying it would make me feel wanted... well i now officially take it back...!
what i dont take back is my first slip up in a while... i made a conscious decision to never wish painful situations on people who had angered me (because of guilt and issues with karma) instead i wished embarrassing situations on them (birds poo... split trousers... being splashed by a bus going through a massive puddle etc) but yesterday i wish actual bodily harm on the person who stole my banner... and... i still do... or even maybe emotional harm... i hope their girlfriend/boyfriend cheats on them with their mum/dad... i hope their girlfriend/boyfriend clears out their flat together... leaving the banner thief sat in an empty flat with nothing but my banner...
a rather scary thought is my personal banker has been stalking me for a while and stole the banner to add to shrine to me (along with the banner i painted in february... the black pen from my colour pen set and all of my old lost mobile phones...)
hehe...