So this is another note to my friend Jon, they are letting him fly home to visit sometime this spring/summer. I'm so excited! He's going to help me with a landscaping project when he gets home from Iraq, but that will be another year or two.
Yes, Tulsa... and June is a good time to be back because everyone will be getting back from college and all that for the summer (as will I) oooh, so I forgot to tell you about Thursday. I had to be at school early, for an interview (that RA job for next fall) it went really well, I think I'll probably get the job. Anyway, I run from there to my class at 1pm and sit through 3 hours of Modern art history (Modern, being the 1800's or so) it wasn't too bad, because most of it was architectural history, which I, of course enjoy quite a bit...
So after that I run home to eat and head over to the studio to say "Hi" to Margarite before I go to work, ahhh! Matt (the shop manager) left for the entire weekend on Wed. and I realized that I would be in the shop with this super annoying student, hopefully not alone, because I don't think he should be in charge of anything, much less a shop full of expensive and dangerous power tools, but... thank goodness Carol, the new Asst. Manager was filling in for Matt while he's gone. This didn't help the crazy looks that I got from Brian (the shop manager, during the day) while he was still in the shop, it was as if he stayed an hour after he got off work, just to ridicule me and my situation (being stuck with Patrick, he's not a bad kid or anything, just a little clueless)
It was pretty funny though, Brian walked by the counter, to his office and gave me one of those “haha, look at you!” looks because Patrick was sitting next to me playing on his computer. Well, I laughed out loud, and scared Patrick so much that he almost jumped out of his chair! Then I couldn’t stop laughing, I almost fell out of my own chair. He didn’t see Brian walk by so he had so idea what was going on, so I had to give some sort of explanation. I told him that Brian walked by and I just couldn’t help but laugh, I didn’t mention that it was because of him.
And then later I was rather amused that he “casually” asked what I’d done for Valentines day, I don’t know if he was disappointed or what when I said “I was in class”, the funnier thing was his next two questions… the first being, do you have a boyfriend? And when I replied “No” which sounded a bit more like “No, duh you dork” I’m sure this particular comment was accompanied by a ‘look’ and then he directly followed this up with “a girlfriend?” jeez, what was this 20 questions for Becca, night? This question was also given a resounding “No” and an even harder and slightly disgusted look, to which he replied, “Well, you have to ask. It is the Art Institute”
agh, stupid boys! (No offence) but… just because a girl isn’t dating a guy they automatically assume she must be gay or something. Not stopping to think that It might be a calculated choice, not to mention the fact that there’s not much to choose from at said school anyway…all the really cute ones are either gay or arrogant jerks and if they are acceptable, they are already taken, not that I care an exceptional amount. I’m pretty particular, with friends and otherwise.
Anyway, the night wasn’t all bad, Patrick was pretty quiet most of the evening, and I attempted to be nice and engage him in a semi-intellectual conversation it really wasn’t that deep, since it was about a magazine article describing how a guy is using a CNC (computer aided cutter) machine to create specific shaped cuts in MDF for interior design purposes, but you know. I didn’t see Carol too much in the shop either, because I don’t think she wanted to deal with Patrick anymore than she had to. It was funny because as we were leaving, (Patrick had already bolted out the door) she asked me if it was too bad, I told her it really wasn’t, and it was probably a good thing that I was scheduled to work with him, just because he can try the nerves of even the most patient person and I don’t take any of his crap. Well this is getting long, so I’ll let you go.
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