I was itching to go back to work this past Monday and Linda already told me I could go back for Monday and Tuesday. But of course, the asswipe Roberto intervened and told me they don't need me. I would've had the decency to feel hurt with that insensitive statement then I remembered it was the cowardly skunk who uttered it. So I shrugged it off, though I felt a little uneasy that I might not have a job next week. I'm sorry for comparing him to a skunk, the man should be so lucky.
Anyway, we finally went to the Guggenheim on Monday, the museum I am most intrigued by because of its awesome swirly shape. I got to practice my art-lover poseur pensive look staring at all those Picasso, Degas, and Chagall paintings.
Dad has all the other photos and it's just typical that he forgot to bring the essentials so I can download it on my laptop.
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