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April 26, 2003
leg and lung
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gsp
mystery shopper
A woman showed up as we left work this afternoon. She saw the closed sign, looked at the hours, tried the locked door, and then tried to make a break for the other door as one of my co-workers left. We said, "sorry, were' closed."
She then whined/yelled about how she had been here three times and we've been closed everytime. She apparently can't make the connection between showing up after hours and us not being open. It's a mystery to her. "Hmmm...let's see here. The sign says they close at 5:30, I've gone twice at 6:00, and yet, they weren't there. Maybe I should try 5:45." I wonder how long it took her to learn not to touch the stove as a kid.
The other thing that gets me is this whole "if I make it in the door they have to stay open till I leave." We close at 5:30, that is not the cut off for sneaking into the store. She acts like we've wasted her time by adhering to our posted hours. After we explained that no, we wouldn't let her in, she sat in her car until we had all left. She'll probably wait until seven and see if we are open then.
April 13, 2003
Grant and papa
Grant and papa
Tiki checking out Grant
Tiki checking out Grant
April 12, 2003
Joe and the terrible, no good, very bad essay
I took the foreign service exam today. I figured my degree in painting, interest in foreign films, and absolute lack of any preparation qualified me for the position and would serve me well as I took the test. I was met at the test site by 95 political science/history majors, many of whom also had a minor in journalism. Quite a few seemed to be taking the test for the second or third time. They all had bad hair.
In short, I don't know how I did. I did well on the English section and knew most of the humanities related questions in the job knowledge section (Dizzy Gillespie is known for what style of music? Please!). I however, wrote what might go down in history as the world's worst essay. It might even be on next years exam, "Who wrote what is widely considered the world's worst essay?"
I fully expect a representative of the foreign service to come and punch me in the face, once for writing it, and once for having the gall to turn it in.
I'm not sure where it went wrong, it was an easy topic, one that I was very comfortable with, but it just kind of went blech all over my pristine exam booklet. For some reason I decided to go ahead and ignore all rules of writing essays, hundreds of years of literary history were ignored in one four paragraph writing sample. You heard me correctly, four. You may be thinking to yourself, "why not five paragraphs? Were we not all taught the five paragraph essay model?" I think I may have even introduced topics and supports not outlined in my thesis. There was no stopping me. Did I even write about the topic I chose? At this point, I'm not entirely sure.
There's always next year I guess. Until then, I'm growing out my hair and doubling my foreign film intake.
April 08, 2003
this was taken a
this was taken a minute or two after he was born. He loves to hold his hands like that. He is a happy little guy. He doesn't look much like me, but he has my hands and feet (we could probably trade shoes) and my bottomless stomach.
I'll have to have Josh show me how to put these photos all in one entry.
ready to go home
more Grant
Grant Sebastián Penrod
April 6, 2003 2:05pm 7.9lbs. 20 inches
April 04, 2003
new painting
this is an old painting torn down to make a new one.
new painting
viral shift
new painting
rib
new painting
womb
new painting
i don't know if this one is finished
new painting
The Vasculature of August
April 03, 2003
Genetic Drift (pangea)
This is a new painting i just finished. I will add more tomorrow.