God works mysteriously
The last time I wore grey, I was wearing a uniform at my christian high school. In fact, I bought a grey skirt last year with pleats. I put it on, and I don't know what possessed me. Scary. Haven't really worn it since.
That was a side note.
So in greycubeyland I'm so terribly bummed out. I'm suppose to be filing but it's so hard to do it. I do it daily and I just never seem to catch up. For every .25 papers I file another double amount appears. The over all job isn't bad. My boss is cool. My co-workers don't really say hi to me. EVER. But occassionaly I get an assignment that seems to use my brain and some sort of my skill level. And I enjoy being here. Often times this is not the case.
So I sat here and stared at my computer for about 15 minutes. Decided to read the CIVA website. And realized I'm not that talented. I like to take picutes, and I consider myself an art historian, but these people have it in their blood. They have MA or PHD. I wonder if I do. I've wanted to be an art teacher forever. My brother in law asked me when I was 9 what I wanted to be. I said an artist. And teach others art. Teachers others to be free. Think I've thought the same way ever since. so do I, Have art in my blood. I didn't finish my education and this is something that haunts me. How can I be a teacher when I didn't let myself be taught. I want to go back to school, but I'm so broke I can't even fix my broken tooth. So how does that work out. So I politely got off of my chair and went to the grey break room and got some water. Was about to go the cave when I thought perhaps I should read something else. And so I did. This is what I read.