Maybe I should have went to art school

This week was so slow. Pretty stressful too. I ended up working the yard sale last Sunday with my co-workers. I got some sun, which was nice. I also got a pretty serious burn on my arms, which wasn't so nice. A week later, it has faded to merely a hint of a tan. GRR!! Val hurt her neck this week at work by, apparently, bending over to pick up a chart, then quickly turning and standing to answer the phone. She will be out indefinately and is on an envious amount of painkillers. So, I believe Val is still my boss, so is Susan, although Maria will be now acting in leiu of Val. She tried several times to repoduce Val's body movements with the hope that she would be able to inflict a similar pain and be out. Now I have to do the day program on Monday. Oh, kill me. KILL ME PLEASE. The good news, at least, is that I will be done at 4 and still have from 12:30 until then to get some actual work done. Oh, lest I forget to mention that they now banned smoking on any of their property. I simply refuse to drive off their property. That's assinine. I'll just walk to the hotel next door and stay out of view of the clients. Clients will not be allowed to smoke at all. No more breaks either. This is going to cause some serious hell for clients, including mine, who smoke like chimneys. In more recent news, this weekend has been absolutely lovely lately. I slothed around yesterday, took a nice long nap, and once I got to sleep for the night, I woke up at 7pm today. Do I feel like I wasted the day? Yes. Do I care enough not to do the same thing tomorrow? No. One thing did happen while I was sleeping. Basically, that thing was a torrential downpour. I love the rain, I love the thunder, but when everyone walks past my car and sees that the sunroof is fully open... I become really ticked off. Needless to say that my seats were both soaked, two brand new books on my seat are now water logged, the roof is dripping, etc etc.I had a dream about Manhattan last night. To be more precise, I suppose I should mention that it revolved around the Empire State Building. It was a very interesting dream, but not totally unwarranted. Anne had written me asking about meeting up to go to the Ansel Adams exibit and I had replied that I would love to, but it would have to be a weekend. I'm also trying to drag her to see The Producers one of these days. I'll probably take the train down even though driving would be much quicker. I just looooooooove riding trains. It's even better when they aren't Amtrak and you don't have to fear for your life. While looking at The Producers website, I came across the name "Paul Kolnik" quite a bit. It seems as though any stage production in New York, or any major one in this country period, is photographed by Mr. Kolnik. Suddenly an idea pops into my head. I should make weekly trips down to New York and try to entice Mr. Kolnik to let me aid him for free. Now, I know I am decent at photography. I know I have a decent portfolio. I know I've taken a couple classes and was highly praised for my work. Likewise, I know I would be able to produce prints of comparable quality with a little practice and some better cameras. Hell, I might be able to do it now. I don't do my own color print work though. I also don't have any sort of job experience in photography. Surprisingly, for someone with so little experience, I sure do get a lot of compliments. A degree in photography is something I have thought about, but for the meantime at least, have not planned. Lack of funds and time are two major reasons why it was never pursued. Also, getting one's doctorate is not exactly conducive to outside, non-affiliated work. I can't draw, I can't paint, I can't sculpt, I can't sing, I can't dance, and therefore of what I've seen, can't get into art school. Maybe I can figure out some sort of weekend class schedule at a photography school or something. Of course, with two classes already planned for this fall, plus a full work week, more might be a bit much. I think I will drive myself crazy if photography is not part of my life in some degree. Maybe I should go to art school after all.