Work, knocks offs/ups and art
No photos lately . . .
But today at work as the predicted flood of people picking up and making orders failed to appear I was getting a little inspired . . . I was looking through our print catalogues and pondering conceptualism and the consummerist/commerical nature of the 'art' we have.
Having seen a little of various of exhibitions on Wednesday night I've been thinking about this a bit. And wondering why I shouldn't do a bit of what lots of others are doing and cash in on the desire for 'art' that matches the walls and preexisting furnishings. It could be the start of a sell-out money-making scheme to finance a life of luxury.
Possibly.
What else . . .
Today I asked "When're you 'til?" . . . bemusedly realising the customer was addressing me, thinking he was referring to my having just filled in my time sheet, I replied "Oh, I'm here til 5".
"I thought I saw little bump there" he said still evidently not embarrassed by his mistake.
So taking a sidelong glance at Liisa, completely flabbergasted and as not to make him realise what he'd said, I piped back that that was also due at 5 too and just waited for him to get out of the shop before we laughed ourselves redfaced silly.
Liisa was worried that I'd be really offended and be rude, but I was more freaked out at the suggestion - what if he was some kind of savant without any social decorum.
Hmmm . . . not that likely. Probably just another northy nutter.
I figured it was my Moo-moo style dress that did it and I'd also like to blame it on his crazy eyes - It's not as though I normally look pregnant . . . weird.
I'll miss working with Liisa when I finish my training. She's such a champ.
Friday night after shutting the shop by myself with numerous incidences.
Had the Xmas party . . . that was also eventful as I didn't know what my coworkers even look like (Liisa being off at the Kylie concert) so I was lostly wandering about the Ed looking for people I didn't even know. Was a lovely evening despite this. Coworkers all chatty, especially enjoyed talking to the other youngy Bec, a jeweller.
Now it's already time to go out with Geet for an evening of party hopping.
But today at work as the predicted flood of people picking up and making orders failed to appear I was getting a little inspired . . . I was looking through our print catalogues and pondering conceptualism and the consummerist/commerical nature of the 'art' we have.
Having seen a little of various of exhibitions on Wednesday night I've been thinking about this a bit. And wondering why I shouldn't do a bit of what lots of others are doing and cash in on the desire for 'art' that matches the walls and preexisting furnishings. It could be the start of a sell-out money-making scheme to finance a life of luxury.
Possibly.
What else . . .
Today I asked "When're you 'til?" . . . bemusedly realising the customer was addressing me, thinking he was referring to my having just filled in my time sheet, I replied "Oh, I'm here til 5".
"I thought I saw little bump there" he said still evidently not embarrassed by his mistake.
So taking a sidelong glance at Liisa, completely flabbergasted and as not to make him realise what he'd said, I piped back that that was also due at 5 too and just waited for him to get out of the shop before we laughed ourselves redfaced silly.
Liisa was worried that I'd be really offended and be rude, but I was more freaked out at the suggestion - what if he was some kind of savant without any social decorum.
Hmmm . . . not that likely. Probably just another northy nutter.
I figured it was my Moo-moo style dress that did it and I'd also like to blame it on his crazy eyes - It's not as though I normally look pregnant . . . weird.
I'll miss working with Liisa when I finish my training. She's such a champ.
Friday night after shutting the shop by myself with numerous incidences.
Had the Xmas party . . . that was also eventful as I didn't know what my coworkers even look like (Liisa being off at the Kylie concert) so I was lostly wandering about the Ed looking for people I didn't even know. Was a lovely evening despite this. Coworkers all chatty, especially enjoyed talking to the other youngy Bec, a jeweller.
Now it's already time to go out with Geet for an evening of party hopping.
posted by Eleanora Martinez at 7:36 PM
1 Comments:
Yay for job but what exactly is it Ellie??
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