The Adventures and Misadventures of a Neer Do Well Artist Living in Baltimore. |
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About Me
I am a visual artist and writer living in Baltimore. I don't have any artist friends. Frankly, artists scare me, there so darn flaky. The above picture is either of me or proof that I'm a pretty decent artist. My goal is to be a self sufficient artist, whereas I wouldn't have to do something else in the day in order to eke out an existence. I also like to attend various cultural events around town. I go to plays, the symphony, etc. Also, I have Asperger's Syndrome. I found this out recently and it has explained a heck of a lot as to why I am as I am.
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Tuesday, May 17, 2005 MORNING COMMUTE: The light rail was on time. However, the 5:50 C shuttle bus did not arrive at it’s appointed time. Instead, the B Express shuttle bus arrived in it’s place. I got on the Express bus and transferred to the #8 at the Timonuim Fairground stop. I was surprised to see a coworker aboard the bus. She usually carpools with another woman that works in our department. I wonder if they’ve had a falling out? CONCERN OF THE DAY: Missed Luncheon The reason I forgot about it was that I lost the original memo. I just assumed that when the date got nearer someone would remind us all. We got the memo’s sometime in March. Well, as you can see no one reminded anybody of anything. So on Friday after suffering a horrendous day at work on Friday I fled the building. The reason I fled at quitting time was that I didn’t want to tempt fate by staying any longer than I had to. Friday morning our computers were down for an extremely long period of time and at the end of the day I just wanted to get out of there. When my supervisor got to work on Monday morning he told me that I missed the luncheon and that I had gotten gifts. I had no idea that the luncheon entailed getting presents. I assumed that you would be forced to sit down and eat lunch with all the other five year workers and then get kicked out of the fancy hotel dining room. After all, I assume that they would want you to be back in time for work after eating lunch on their dime. The gifts I got for working at the company for five years were a khaki green monogrammed bag, a star shaped note pad, and pen. They look very generic and very nice. I have no complaints. WHAT I’M WEARING:
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