I am convinced i work with a bunch of monkeys. As i have said before, i am the only woman that works in an all male ice sculpting studio. Which is interesting in it's own right. Now the company is owned by a father/son Japanese team. The son is the one that is on vacation. he is the main contact of the company. His father is the master ice sculptor, and is the figurehead of the company, but doesn't really have any clue how the company runs. I have more information on that end than he does, which yet again is an interesting situation as well.
As i had said in an earlier email, the son has been on vacation and i have been the main person in charge of sales. Yep, sales, general questions in regards to jobs from both the sculptors and the installation team and the father. I am also the only one that can make the logos that get embedded in the ice. I do a lot of things here that i would think a lot of people don't even realize that i do. But don't we all feel that about any of our jobs?
today was like the last straw of patience. I am convinced that these men are a bunch of monkeys. Monkeys in different ways too. I have the sculptors who are treated like the gods of the company, which has gone to their heads and have become total Divas. Or is it Devo's when it's a straight male? They can barely enter a room cause their head is too huge. I have the father who is totally clueless and won't give me a straight answer about anything. I wonder if it is a language barrier or just his lack of knowledge of how we run things in the office. I am guessing both. I think the only ones that sympathize with me is the ones that actually know what i do. The ones that see me in action. Thank god for those, or i would totally explode.
so all day i have been having to deal with last minute sales for the US Open. I don't know how many different ways i can sell people the genius idea of placing tennis balls in ice........ so fucking original. We have received a lot of last minute jobs, which i am the only one that can send out proposals and draw up designs for. And of course, they want them and all of the designs have logos that need to be made. I am running around trying to keep the million things in my mind organized. And of course, i have these monkeys coming up to me and asking me the stupidest questions that are possible. i am almost at the point where i am about to scream, OPEN YOUR EYES AND FUCKING LOOK! Hello! For example, this is how one conversation went down:
Sculptor- ummmmm [SA] you know the Heineken logo?
SA- (sitting there working on the Heineken logo in question) Yeah?
S- Are you going to make a new logo for that?
SA- (grumbles and gives a dirty look and pretends not to hear it)
Master Carver- YES YES, we need new logo!
SA- (grumbles more and says through her teeth) I know, i am working on it now......
All day. Stupid shit like that all day. I feel like i need to pull out my teet and start breastfeeding these babies. I am not a mommy. I don't have that maternal instinct. I don't have children for a reason. I have no patience for it. I can deal with other peoples children, but i get to hand them back when they are being a pain in the ass. How do i hand back the people that i have to work with?
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