I slept at 3 got up at 8, just got back from the pub and am still fairly pumped.
A day of disaster after disaster.
Georgina discovers the laser cutter guy made a mistake on her badge calendar. She’s obviously very upset. Foz and I and everyone else tells her no one will ever notice but this doesn’t console her in the slightest.
Bruna presses her knee against her biggest frame and smashes it completely.
Tiphane leaves her frames over the Mexican’s prints which makes a scratch on the vinyl or acrylic. The Mexican is breathing fire (a tiny, very scary woman)
Athier spills white paint all over Alex’s work which is carelessly left under the table after last weeks crit.
Martyn is called over for an impromptu crit of Lisa’s work and accidentally spits on one of her prints. He runs away before Lisa starts crying. Luckily for Lisa, Martyn has very fast drying saliva.
Onnalin’s professional photo mounters screw up one of her photographs that K. had retouched and printed frantically.
Simeon’s girlfriend comes over threatening to chuck her juice all over my work. I stay well out-of-the-way, just in case.
I misaligned 2 pictures 5 times before I finally can get them centered.
I find that the ex’s drill set I borrowed drill holes too large for my screws.
I use a compass to make holes. The holes are too small and too tight. All my mirror frames are thus too loose.
I borrow someones small drill bit and while drilling the third frame it snapped suddenly. Panicked, I run to the shop and buy a replacement.
5 minutes later, just as I begin to drill it also snaps leaving 2 lovely shards of drills bits embedded in my frame.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. The tool shop is now closed.
I had no confidence in my incompetence to think of buying a replacement for the replacement.
I fart around doing nothing for an hour before going for a drink.
I shall have to go to the tool shop early tomorrow and buy 3 drill bits. 1 for the class, 2 just for me to fuck it up.
Foz assesses my portfolio and among various tips, compliments and constructive criticism also calls me a knob.
Martyn confesses that he too snapped his drill bit. We both agree that there must be something wrong with the frames. Or the drill. Or the drill bits. Not us. No, never us.
I wish there was a pill I could swallow that would make me less of a complete fuck up.