i hate my job

Sep 01, 2005 11:41

i am lying face down on a circular rug, in the middle of a wooden floor hallway at the top of a curved stairway in the grand entrance of a 2 million dollar home. the player piano recites its piano version of hotel california. i turn my head to rest on my right ear and stare at the stair railing ( Read more... )

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McMansions, supersized substitute September 1 2005, 19:16:24 UTC
My friend Angel was decorating homes for her dad's real estate biz for a while. It was crazy in the same way. There was a $24 million "house" down on the beach she worked on where half the place was done up in marble that had fossils in it, and the fossils and the swirls in the marble had to match from the walls to the floor, curved and cut just so, and then the same marble surrounded the cylindrical elevator that went up and down the 5 floors. There was a Cabana Room made of imported bamboo shit. There was a movie theatre with a marquee. It was James Bond Villain Crazy.

I wouldn't be surprised if this job drove you to arson.

For some reason the thing that made me say "Oh fuck me NO!" in your description was the book covers that matched the color scheme. NOT THE BOOKS, PEOPLE! DON'T MESS WITH THE BOOKS! AAARGBGGH

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Re: McMansions, supersized anariel September 2 2005, 07:26:06 UTC
yes the books and yes it's disgusting.

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anonymous October 15 2005, 02:24:21 UTC
I HATE THE FUCKING EAGLES!

i am so sorry.

hotel california lite... in hell.

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introspection63 January 8 2008, 14:25:58 UTC
That's funny, because I love player pianos. I could go either way on the Eagles... though I kind of prefer Crosby, Stills, and Nash (and Young) because their voices somehow sound purer. Of course, I spend way more time listening to rolls (Clarence Johnson, J. Milton Delcamp, Pete Wendling, etc) than I do to CSN, though I have a great respect for both.

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