Current mood:	tired
Current music:	Gallery Sounds

Move that thang!
You know who drive me crazy? People on metro buses, AU shuttle buses and specifically the metro that do not scootch over to the window seat in a two-seater situation. If I'm hot and sweaty and tired, I really do not want to be standing, clinging for dear life to the metal pole like a stripper tryin' to make a buck. Really, scootch over so I can sit down. I do not have coodies, I smell like "Very Sexy for Her" which means I must smell very sexy, and my ass will not spill over onto your side. And even if it does, that just means you’re lucky. I always scootch. Even if the bus/train is empty, I will always scootch over just to prove my point. The other day, I was sweating like a bitch, packed into the AU shuttle bus like herded cattle when I spy this smug little Capitol Intern sittin' pretty on a 2-seater, her ass planted on the seat closest to the aisle and her Gucci bag sitting comfortably on the seat closest to the window. It's like, I'm glad your bag is comfortable, however I am not. And I'm a person, not a piece of over priced cow skin with gaudy gold embellishments. So you bet your ass I shot her El-Senor-Death-Glare. But then I felt bad...because she saw El-Senor-Death-Glare and asked if I would like to sit down. I was like "YES. YES I WOULD......thank you very much." The moral of the story is: Scootch! Scootch people! We're all just trying to comfortably leave our mundane summer internships and get home to our families. Or in my case to get home to a bottle of vodka, back-to-back episodes of The Golden Girls and two surly cats.

The gallery is going well. I'm doing more, so I feel better. Although I do miss crocheting and watching every episode of Project Runway on my i-Pod all day long. John trusts me, which is good, but he trusts me so much he rarely comes in now and I'm in charge. Which is pretty cool I guess. After freelancing the design for this wedding I just did, I think it sealed the deal that I really don't want to do special events design. If I were to do design, it would be for a magazine. I can't stand brides and event planners. I should have known from my experience with them at Paper Source.

So today I'm managing the gallery and this chick named Julia is working with me. She's 38 and works at The Walters Museum in Baltimore and the Freer. I actually applied for a summer program at the Walters but was flat out denied. I brought this up with Julia who told me not to take it personally because that's actually a program for African Americans. I probably should have picked up on that when the title of the program is, "Diversity in the Arts." I thought they just meant Diversity in...the kind of art...they have. I was like "Ohhhhh Diversity! So I guess that didn't bode well when Meghan Catherine Rowland applied?" I'm an idiot.