Guess who got a new job

yep. me.

yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhh.

I'm going to kick arse at this new company and learn a hellalot and enjoy my new concrete block of an office and my new staff of 8 men. Oooooeeeeee.

Ill be a book keeper (a keeper of the books) starting monday. Experience-less but who cares, I'm smart and a fast learner.

And I'll be getting nearly double the paycheck which is another main thing.

yippy skippy.

I totally missed Valentine's day

We figured it out, me and B, after we turned on the teli in the morning and then he turned to me and said "Happy Valentine's Day" and I said "Oh!" and "Happy Valentine's Day too." And that's all we did until dinner when we stuffed yummy cakes into our bellies, oded to V-Day.

So, I've got my eyes peeled for a new job. I had two intereviews this weekend and totally killed one. I mean I left my interviewer reeling from how good I was (despite my lack of experience). Then he asked me to come meet the artist at their show last night and I so I came and stood around a gallery, reading every book and magazine and wall information and looking at every photograph, waiting for an hour and a half for this guy to introduce me to the artist (because I still haven't been offered the job, so I can't just go introduce myself as Anna, the new employee). He never did and I started to get really cold and sleepy and bored, needless to say, so I told this guy I'm out, looks like he's really busy and I hope to hear back from him. So--drumrole--we'll see in the next two days what happens.

happy good joy love peace nice cool strong confident love

I can't leave my blog on such a negative note. Everything is great. I'm happy because:

• Today the sun is shining except when the occasional cloud wanders through and sprinkles its tinkle onto the tourists. Then then come in my gallery with a smile and when I ask how they are doing today, they say "trying to stay dry."

• Today isn't yesterday.

• My friend just gave me a compliment that I can't seem to shake. yay.

• I'm eating a cheese and spinach pastry that I made yesterday with Raspberry fruit spread on top. And it's delicious. And I made it. And it's finger-likkin good.

• I'm working with my favorite work person.

So.

Oh the humiliation

It's amazing how just a few simple words or a few simple nonwords can make a person shrivel right up in this business. This morning a woman with long dark hair, middle-age, made me think of the word "towering," marched into the gallery. Usually someone who marches in and past me without looking around or saying anything is either on a mission to find a lost family member and doesn't give a sh#t about the art or knows exactly what they are looking at.

So I'm sitting at my desk this morning and just found out that a close family friend just lost his youngest son and I feel horrible and I'm trying not to cry and I definitely don't give a whatever if I talk to this woman or not. But this is my work, this is "my house" and I at least have to greet everyone. So I get up, even though I don't want to, and go around the massive marble column that divides our gallery in two, and I smile and say "hello" and "how are you this morning." And she says, "I just came back for a look" and I say "Oh, is there a painting you're considering buying?" (purely curious). And she looks right at me, says, "not today" (or: you're a slimy sales person, filthy, get away from me, I hate you) and marches right past me, brushing my shoulder with her searing air bubble and marches out the store. Just like that I had the value of an untouchable. God, I nearly said "fuck you." I nearly did cry after that. I don't even know why I felt so horrible about it. It was all in her body language. It was as though she pissed on my face in front of her friends or something. Fuck her anyway.

And all those horrible people who just want the rest of the world to feel bad just because they are little shits.

Ok, I'm over it. I got it out. Back to work with a smile.
Shewsh.

NOOOOOOO PATRIOTS

Sad day. Sad moment for a nearly "wow" and "that's my team" but then in the last 2 f-ing minutes. I had just finished a beer after work. Was catching the last quarter and then, the touch. down. downer with 39 seconds to go. And my stomach dropped and I thought of my brother and I nearly cried. Fancy that. Def the beer speaking but it took me a good 20 minutes after the game to suck in my feathery emotions waving messily out from my head (like if I had really whispy wispy feathers sticking out the top of my head) tickling B's face so that he nearly picked up some of the negative and told myself it's only a damn game and I didn't even keep up with the season and its def nothing personal to me so get a grip. Humans are strange is all I can say.

Let's all take a moment of silence for the Pats and their fans.






Thank you.

GOOOO PATRIOTS!!!!

YEAH.

a new job?

So I just got my tax forms in the mail. I now know that I need to find a new job. I've felt this for sometime but never wanted to look closely at my numbers. I started working full time for this company in June (end of). From then till Dec. 31, I made $9.5 thousand dollars. That is a big, fat joke. Ok, maybe not big and fat but common, I'm a college grad and I'm making less than $20,000 a year living in one of the most expensive places in the US to live. Aiai.