being a jerk

I have been vacationing. Or as cool hip people say “Stay-cationing”.

And it was nice.

Got to see my family. Got a super cool tan on just my arms.

But let’s be honest. I am not Justin Timberlake and I must go back to work a lot sooner than in 7 years. The poor girl I am got more like 4 days (3 if you count one of them was a national holiday). And so I got into the office kind of keeping a low profile as I left the office last week with pretty cold feelings about the dudes I work with.

I got through to lunch by talking to Amber, getting my work done… and very seriously ignoring the other 2 like crazy.

And then I went to the bathroom, and I was engaged in small talk. With the more silent, but equally insulting person I work with. A person who before I went on my break called me “the weirdest person he’s ever met” without humor behind it and who had previously told me some pretty cruel unasked for observations on my personality. A real stand up kind of dude, if you would.

While I was talking to him about my family’s trip and a really strange day to pick at Disneyland. BECAUSE HE ASKED, I REMIND YOU! I notice another coworker giving him a look and then rolling his eyes at me. They both looked at each other and smiled. And I don’t know what that meant, but I knew it was about them being straight up not nice people.

To quote Stephanie Tanner:

Seriously Rude. Image courtesy of Gifrific.com

Usually I try to take their insults with stride, trying to be the bigger person. But I am quite candidly done. I am not running for new Mother Teresa. After that special conversation I realized, I am not crazy about them, and I don’t find them to be respectful characters in my life. But seriously, I had only talked to them for about 3 minutes in a whole work day.

I cannot forgive their rudeness today. I mean they only have to see me for 3 days, why can’t they just be pleasant?!?!?!

Well at least this conversation left me inspired to make today’s doodle:

This may hinder my need for a tattoo across my stomach that says “PUGLIFE” when I leave this profession to become a world famous pug dealer… but it may be more helpful for my life in general.

I hope everyone else’s day was a little less rude. Also, I have permanent marker all over my hands because I cannot handle pens…

Now I’m going to draw sections of buildings and be happy.

♥Lauren

I have been feeling a bit on the apathetic side as of late, and I apologize to anyone I may offend by not especially caring about things…
Don’t worry it’s not just specifically to you. I really like you, I’m just in a funk.
I am in a I’m-stuck-in-the-quietest-office-ever-and-I-have-been-studying-wood-sizing-funk, for the last week… and I think today I have reached the point in my apathetic existence where either 2 things could happen:

1. I could stay like this forever and practically become a character from “Daria”.

2. I can try to be a positive acting 20-something and try to make more excitement by trying new ventures.

I’m going to try for the latter of the 2. I am going to make my doodles into a thing. Yes, purses, a real website… It’s going to be awesome.
I’m working on a whole bunch of prints to make into some really cool stuff… like pillows, and purses, ponchos and things that don’t start with p’s too!

And of course I’m going to keep studying for the ARE’s even though they hate me.

♫Lauren