Boo

My boss asked me why I wasn't in costume for Halloween. "I'm scary on the inside," I said.

Oh, speaking of work, today the ad manager asked me to show one of her 80-year-old helpers how to lay out text in Photoshop. Hey guess what: You're not supposed to lay out text in Photoshop, especially not if you're 80 years old and you've never used Photoshop before and I've got my own work to do. I failed to convey the "please don't lay out text in Photoshop" message and just did the work for her. She made me promise to show her how to do it later. Sure!

At this point, the ad manager said, "Thank you for your help. You have a GOOD HEART." I don't know why she said "GOOD HEART" with such volume and emphasis, but I was immediately worried that she'd been reading my email, wherein I describe her pettiness and general incompetence. Ah, fuck it.

Speaking of which, I started a new art project today. Technically I started it yesterday, but I didn't realize it was an art project until today, so ... maybe we'll leave this to my biographers to sort out. Anyway, it's called "Faces of Death (Gradual)" and it conveniently combines my narcissism with my contempt for my workplace.