Captain’s Log 5,557
It was quite a weekend. I worked too many hours and came home too exhausted to write here. Something is not right about that. Let’s just say the weekend involved female dancers painted silver who pretended to be mermaids (complete with silver kelp that wafted in the breeze). It also included 160 breakfast burritos the next morning. And then…the really big show yesterday where I was on site from 5:15 AM until almost 4:00 PM. Good grief, Charlie Brown! Guess who is not going to work today?
The breakfast at the museum also involved a physical altercation between a rude driver of a Bugatti and one of my staff. When the staff member informed the guy he had parked in an illegal zone, the guy leaped out of his car and pushed him back with both hands — calling him a stupid fucker. So guess who got to defuse that situation?
I waited until the guy went inside for a cup of coffee. As he was standing in line, I reached out and shook his hand and welcomed him to the museum. I used two hands to grab one of his hands. And I would NOT let go. I held on and explained why he was asked to move the car. To save himself from a $600 fine. He was tamer but still an a total asshat. He snarled right in my face, “Then give me a fucking fine!” So I told our staff to call the police. As it turns out, Asshat’s girlfriend (who actually owns the car) simply moved it over one space and nothing happened. But I am going to report him to the driving committee. He is no longer welcome in our museum.
Such is life in the fast lane.
Bugatti that did NOT belong to Asshat’s girlfriend. Yes, we had two show up. Remarkable.
Director’s Choice award at the car show on Sunday. That is a Toyota!
So off I go. I just called into the office to sign a final check for someone who is leaving our employ to become a paralegal. He is legally entitled to that check today, so off I go to sign it. So much for a day off.