i work at an art gallery in a shitty little town. every wednesday and saturday (sometimes one or two more days) i sit here for 3-4 hours (sometimes up to 7) and waste time. if there is something for me to be doing, it will either be folding, stamping, sticking, stuffing 500+ envelopes and flyers/letters etc. when there is nothing for me to be doing, i sit and mark on a tally sheet how many people come in at certain times (that averages about, what, less than 10 people a day?). so the rest of the time i'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs, drawing if i can, or on the net until i get sick of it. well guess what? i'm fucking sick of it!!
i'm sick of drawing at this point, sick of screwing with whatever else on the computer, i'm sick of sitting in this goddamn office counting people that come in, i'm sick of dealing with snobby, cenile, dumbfuck people that ask me the stupidest questions, nitpick about the stupidest fucking things and me smiling and nodding and doing what i can, as friendly as i can to help them out. sick of getting dirty looks when people don't get what they want when they want for reasons that are beyond my abilities, but of course it's my fault anyways right? FUCK!! i wish i could just trash this entire place right bloody here and now. scare the shit out of anyone around, and if they scoff about it or say whatever the fuck people say about me for whatever fucking reason, i swear i'm gonna put their fucking head through those goddamn glass doors with all those bloody fingerprints and smudges that only my boss can see, and insists on them being bloody spotless when she's around! dear. god.
no, whether it sounds like it or not, this is NOT a sweet ass job! i know every one, if not a big fuckin handful of you will think that! because i thought that when i first started. you get a job like this.. give it time. you'll lose your goddamn mind. time moves slower than a snail in here too.
not too much longer i'll be out of here to get a full time job where i can actually work and maybe feel accomplished at the end of the day.
i'm sick of drawing at this point, sick of screwing with whatever else on the computer, i'm sick of sitting in this goddamn office counting people that come in, i'm sick of dealing with snobby, cenile, dumbfuck people that ask me the stupidest questions, nitpick about the stupidest fucking things and me smiling and nodding and doing what i can, as friendly as i can to help them out. sick of getting dirty looks when people don't get what they want when they want for reasons that are beyond my abilities, but of course it's my fault anyways right? FUCK!! i wish i could just trash this entire place right bloody here and now. scare the shit out of anyone around, and if they scoff about it or say whatever the fuck people say about me for whatever fucking reason, i swear i'm gonna put their fucking head through those goddamn glass doors with all those bloody fingerprints and smudges that only my boss can see, and insists on them being bloody spotless when she's around! dear. god.
no, whether it sounds like it or not, this is NOT a sweet ass job! i know every one, if not a big fuckin handful of you will think that! because i thought that when i first started. you get a job like this.. give it time. you'll lose your goddamn mind. time moves slower than a snail in here too.
not too much longer i'll be out of here to get a full time job where i can actually work and maybe feel accomplished at the end of the day.
