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Hmph. I didn't get to sleep after all. Been awake since four am yesterday and just as I was getting ready to
finally go lie down, the phone rings. Anybody surprised? The daughter of my landlady called to let me know her husband--a general contractor--was coming by with an associate to take a look at the house for repainting. Ooookay.
Kinda long so put behind a cut on my LJ…
I asked how soon. She didn't know except that it would likely be soon as the day was expected to get pretty
warm. Fine. I can stay awake for a little while longer.
2 hours later they call and say they're 20 minutes out. Just as I was about to call and have them come by
tomorrow instead. I was very very tired. Verging on exhaustion. Just short of the "oh-my-gawd-let-me-sleep-till- next-year" fatigue.
So I continue working on the joints of my little marionettes.
They arrive and the general contractor fellow - whose name I have forgotten, was very nice. Quite personable.
Likable. The painter, however…
I've never been made to feel like white trash before. And almost all with silent body language, facial expression
and a few quiet snorts to some of the comments I made to the general contractor.
By the time they left I was shaking.
I'm a very empathic person and this person was definitely one of those people who looks down his nose at
everyone. Maybe he usually paints really expensive houses and this one is not, y'know? And it's cluttered. Quite cluttered. Eleven years worth of clutter of a household full of artists along with the fact that we're <I>still </I> transferring stuff from storage space to storage space. *sigh*
I hate that. Really hate it. Once, a long time ago when I was looking for my first apartment - when I still lived in
Orange County, CA, I applied for a very nice apartment and I spoke to the manager and they were very nice. When I arrived, the manager decided I was not right for the apartment. They told me it was no longer available. This right after they heard my last name was Morales and saw that I was rather Asian/hispanic looking. They practically chased us out of their building.
I was eighteen and I'd never felt that feeling before. Lucky me. It's not pleasant and I'm sorry for anyone who is
treated with any kind of prejudice for any reason. I try very hard not to do it myself. I know it's the human condition to act as our parents or enviroment conditions us - being fully chemically controlled creatures -- but damn I wish that we could act more rationally and compassionately without it being considered a weakness.
It's days like this that I sometimes wish that the human race could be culled. ;)
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By the time they left I was shaking.
I'm a very empathic person and this person was definitely one of those people who looks down his nose at
everyone. Maybe he usually paints really expensive houses and this one is not, y'know? And it's cluttered. Quite cluttered. Eleven years worth of clutter of a household full of artists along with the fact that we're <I>still </I> transferring stuff from storage space to storage space. *sigh*
I hate that. Really hate it. Once, a long time ago when I was looking for my first apartment - when I still lived in
Orange County, CA, I applied for a very nice apartment and I spoke to the manager and they were very nice. When I arrived, the manager decided I was not right for the apartment. They told me it was no longer available. This right after they heard my last name was Morales and saw that I was rather Asian/hispanic looking. They practically chased us out of their building.
I was eighteen and I'd never felt that feeling before. Lucky me. It's not pleasant and I'm sorry for anyone who is
treated with any kind of prejudice for any reason. I try very hard not to do it myself. I know it's the human condition to act as our parents or enviroment conditions us - being fully chemically controlled creatures -- but damn I wish that we could act more rationally and compassionately without it being considered a weakness.
It's days like this that I sometimes wish that the human race could be culled. ;)
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End of lengthy house painting issue.
Outside of that wonderful experience, I didn't get to go to site today. Duh, huh? And I didn't get a lot of sleep,
but when those two guys left, I finally did get to lie down. For a couple hours. I'm guessing I'll sleep like the dead tonight.
So I worked on the marionettes, putting wires at their joints so they could be posed later. It looks like it'll work.
I'll be putting their body stockings onto them tonight.
And I painted stuff. I painted a bunch of raffia bright fluorescent green for one of the 3D rooms. It's going to be
hanging moss-like stuff in a swampy hallway where we hope to have dry ice fog floating through the room. It would be a really cool effect if it works. |
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I painted one of the scarecrow masks to see how it would look painted dark brown first, then touched with red
orange from above, yellow from below. It looks neaters! Sort of roughly like the monster from Jeepers Creepers 2 but not. hee hee hee Scarecrows are scarey. They're sort of like the agricultural version of clowns as far as I'm concerned. Bleah. *grin* |
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Oh…and that dead thing in the picture, that's Cindy. Don't know why folks named it Cindy but that body is
sooooo old. She's been with Hobb's Grove for many a year and now I get to clean her up a bit and see if I can glue any of her parts back together. *grin* That's a project! She's to be the victim of Mr Wiggles. Hee hee hee. |
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