Job
Oh, yeah. I got a job yesterday. It was so easy, I'm almost annoyed. I get to part-time monitor art galleries on campus, which will be alternately easy (I sit in a chair waiting for people to come in) and a good "art world" experience. I start on Monday. The only problem is, it pays $5.25 an hour. I am a slave for SCAD now. It will be good to have a little extra money on top of Marigold's big income.
Last night Chris and I tried to go see The Mercy Seat at the Jinx. However, we didn't want to be out at some downtown bar on a Friday night until three in the morning, so we sadly came home. We were out there for an hour, until 10:30, and the opening band wasn't going to start for a while still. We also came home for the reason that we were getting confused with the other 19-year-old, drunken, southern frat boys. They really are so charming.
Last night Chris and I tried to go see The Mercy Seat at the Jinx. However, we didn't want to be out at some downtown bar on a Friday night until three in the morning, so we sadly came home. We were out there for an hour, until 10:30, and the opening band wasn't going to start for a while still. We also came home for the reason that we were getting confused with the other 19-year-old, drunken, southern frat boys. They really are so charming.
5 Comments:
Wow. You guys might be rich enough to have a kid now. But since you're both working, who will watch it?
Have you seen The Shape of Things? It's about a fucked-up part-time college art-gallery supervisor! No, really! And some woman who totally screws him over! It could be your life! (It's a pretty interesting movie, besides, so you should see it anyway)
Wow! Thanks for the recommendation. I remember when that Paul Rudd vanity piece was in the theater (sorry - Theatre) and wanted to see it. Is Marigold the bitch that ruins my life? Or is she the best thing ever to have graced my sad existence? I will have to see the movie to decide.
Oh, yeah: No kids. Chris is still here and he is like good birth control.
Oh, yeah. Nothing like a little familial induced abstinence.