And all the children lost down many paths,
Today at work, Hal from Grocery came to me and asked that I make a silhouette of a female golfer. It would be a floor-stand-person-thing for the in store LPGA promotion.
"Sure!" I replied. I was glad to do anything that involved drawing. This project would be a happy change from lettering and outlining all day. So I drew a girl post swing, glof club behind her. I carried a six foot by four foot piece of foam-core up to the break room so I could project my masterpiece-golfer-girl drawing up to scale. Whenever I have to blow up a drawing I project it to make sure the proportions are translated correctly. The projector has aided me through Pharmacy signs, Christmas madness, Thanksgiving Chaos, not to mention the Cupids or March Madness.
Upstairs I Plugged in the projector and hit the button. The motor wirred but no light came on. I turned it off and on a half dozen times. Still no light. I asked for aid, and the other front end lady turned it off and on some more. Still it made all the 'on' sounds without the 'on' benefits.
Down in the office Paul, the assistant store manager, said, "The lightbulb is blown out in the projector."
"Oh," I covered my face in agony, "Since when?"
"Two weeks."
Eyes bugged out. My voice went up a couple octives, "Thank you Paul."
He laughed at my pain, "Your welcome."
I felt as if an old dear friend had died and been burried, and I had missed the funeral.
You Belong in Paris
Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris.
The art, the fashion, the wine, the men!
Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park...
You'll love living in the most chic place on earth.
What City Do You Belong In?
"Sure!" I replied. I was glad to do anything that involved drawing. This project would be a happy change from lettering and outlining all day. So I drew a girl post swing, glof club behind her. I carried a six foot by four foot piece of foam-core up to the break room so I could project my masterpiece-golfer-girl drawing up to scale. Whenever I have to blow up a drawing I project it to make sure the proportions are translated correctly. The projector has aided me through Pharmacy signs, Christmas madness, Thanksgiving Chaos, not to mention the Cupids or March Madness.
Upstairs I Plugged in the projector and hit the button. The motor wirred but no light came on. I turned it off and on a half dozen times. Still no light. I asked for aid, and the other front end lady turned it off and on some more. Still it made all the 'on' sounds without the 'on' benefits.
Down in the office Paul, the assistant store manager, said, "The lightbulb is blown out in the projector."
"Oh," I covered my face in agony, "Since when?"
"Two weeks."
Eyes bugged out. My voice went up a couple octives, "Thank you Paul."
He laughed at my pain, "Your welcome."
I felt as if an old dear friend had died and been burried, and I had missed the funeral.
You Belong in Paris
Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris.
The art, the fashion, the wine, the men!
Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park...
You'll love living in the most chic place on earth.
What City Do You Belong In?