People have been asking me about Italy, and I haven’t figured out what to say about it. When I came back, I felt like I didn’t fit in my life. That doesn’t mean I felt like I belonged there, necessarily. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I would call my favorite part of the trip. I think I’ve finally figured it out.
My favorite part was not having a life there.
It was incredibly refreshing to not be surrounded by the frivolousness of my everyday life. Within half an hour of being back home, things started to feel really small. Lots of things seemed less intense than before I left.
Going away gave me a lot of time to think about how I wasn’t present in a lot of aspects in my life. I gave my time to people and things that didn’t deserve it. I was unproductive constantly. I didn’t nurture the relationships I cared about.
I suppose that’s why the best thing was simply being gone.
I quit my job and lied about it.
In May I left my full-time job and all it’s perks, health insurance, overtime pay and PTO, among others. When the HR manager asked me to come up to her office, I knew it was because she wanted to know my reasons for leaving. I had been working on a piece for an art show the following day and had about three hours of sleep in two days. She heard and seemed worried. In her office, I said I was ready to move on to something that used more of my skills. By this time, I had already contacted my old job, a locally-owned restaurant, and asked to be put back on the schedule. And it wasn’t because I had great skills serving food — I worked there for three years and never learned the whole menu, an achievement and an embarrassment. What I wanted to say was something like this:
This place is poisonous. I can’t work for people I don’t trust.
The communication at that place was almost non-existent. Oftentimes I knew I didn’t have all the information I needed to do my job well. It wore down on me. People would yell at me about why their insurance didn’t cover certain things. They would tell me they couldn’t afford procedures or tests they needed. I saw complete strangers cry on a regular basis.
The infighting was incredible. People were pitted against one another. I felt like we weren’t always given the support we needed to succeed. Yet everything was a numbers game.
When you spend most of your day working, you had best like what you’re doing. That job gave me some great friendships and also showed me what I didn’t want. I’ve heard things have gotten better there, and for the sake of my friends who still work there and the people they serve, I hope it’s true.
Others might not agree with anything I’ve stated here, but this is my truth and all I’m commenting on.
**Factise coming out of Detroit that is driving Canadians across the river crazy, but not Americans.
Richard Haste, an NYPD officer, killed an unarmed black teen (Ramarley Graham) in front of his grandmother and 6-year-old brother at point blank range over marijuana. The landlady, Paulet Minzie, 55, ran out the shower with only a towel after hearing the gunshots. Officers then put a gun to her head and told her to put her hands up. It wasn’t until she told them that there were cameras surveilling them, that they put their guns down.
Court papers say “[He\] immediately lowered his weapon. His demeanor completely changed, and he alerted his colleague that they may be on camera,”. The footage later revealed that Graham walked calmly to his apartment followed by police barging in without a warrant, contradicting the officers original claim that the teenager was running away from him. (Source)
Haste was freed on $50,000 bail yesterday after pleading not guilty. Police cheered for him as the parents of Graham wept in the court room.
Murderers. Evil filthy murderers. I hate the police.
I fukin love 14th century art art because everyone looks so shady and suspicious of ppl around them its AMAZING
or just like they know something u dont and oh my gdfuck i cant
I believe the highest point is reached in Simone Martini’s Annunciation
and the look of absolute hatred Mary and Gabriel exchange.
"mary i know ur only half a virgin"
"fuck off gabriel"
When you give away craft and sewing supplies then realize you could have used them on your Halloween costume that you know you won’t make until Halloween evening because you’ll be spending Halloween day at Hancock Fabrics buying those things you already bought.