Saturday, September 03, 2005
I feel like trash
After opening White Rock this morning i went over to Stella's to help her paint her living room. After about 10 minutes i realized that was a bad idea. I am not qualified to help her paint. Painting is what she does for a living, where i have only helped paint mine and my sister's bedroom at home. Stella knew exactly what she wanted and how to accomplish it, and i don't think i was helping much. So after not doing a good job at first i retreated to being the "go-for" girl. I just stood there and waited until someone needed something. I refilled paint brushes, paint trays and fetched clean rags. That i could do with no repercussions. After an hour and a half we finished and bolted out of the apartment. I was near tears. I don't know why i feel like this. I feel like i was scolded or something, but i wasn't. Stella didn't really critique me too much, but i knew she was unhappy with what we did. Oh well, now i know to only help people paint if they are just as inexperienced as i am. Now to scrub off all of this paint and get ready for working at the Grill tonight. I might need a drink after this day is done.
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2 comments:
Awww Kali :( Wish I could go for a drink with you. I miss you loads.
--Jamie
OKay... listen here girlie. Painting is not hard. You CAN paint... but you need to realize when you are working for a Nazi. Don't let it get you down. Some people are impossible and will never be happy unless they do it themselves (and then they'll complain that they had to do it themselves).
It was gracious of you to offer your time... if it wasn't accepted with humble gratitude... she can go fly a kite (the kind with a hole and a rock tied to it!).
AMEN.
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