Painting Quick and Dirty With The Anti-Crystal
I've been applying for a lot of jobs lately. It's overwhelming, and somewhat frustrating - even though I seem to be doing a good job getting interviews. So many potential employers are crazy that it's very important to be discerning. Luckily, most of the places I've gotten bites from have been upstanding.
Scrolling through Indeed.com, I happened upon an advertisement for a new Paint n Sip company. It pays 40 dollars an hour, and seemed like it could be a really good gig. Paintings for these sorts of events are simple - the point is that anyone can make them. People go to a bar or restaurant and they normally drink wine, get a little tipsy and learn to feel good about their ability to follow instructions and make something they can be a little proud of. The paintings have some sort of appeal, and guests have to be able to make them - fast. But I'm good at this. I'm good at teaching, and I'm good at talking in front of people, so I thought it would be a piece of cake.
And so I began my very very long, very weird interaction with it's founder/owner. He demanded that the painting have deep special meaning. And that it be a "work of value." *Sigh* I get it, but you probably won't teach beginners anything of value in under an hour. He asked me to discuss my ideas with him first. So, I gave him some ideas. And then he asked me to answer a few questions about my propositions. They were the fairly typical kind of cheesy questions you might expect, but I replied to them sincerely. He loved my answers.
Each time we interacted he didn't sign his last name. He didn't list a venue location. And he wanted to meet at a Starbucks. So, I asked him where it was going to be, and what his last name was, and he ignored my questions. Finally I got a venue out of him, but not his last name. His paint and sip would be at a coffee/tea shop. That's interesting too, because I don't really like to paint amped up on caffeine as it makes me a bit shaky. And, it made me wonder if he was religious.
I made a painting for him and recorded a video of me making it, which maybe someday I'll be able to edit and share. So far, twice, Adobe Premiere Pro CS6 has failed to recognize it's own file format, and I cannot open my saved projects that I labored intensely over. Oh how I'm growing to hate that program. -- Back to the interview:
He kept dodging questions right up until I met him.
Outside of the Starbucks it was 107F. There was no room inside. So I found a chair outside and texted him. He was sitting in the heat too. He apologized for lack of room inside. He was a young clean cut thirty year old Asian with a scraggly beard, wearing a red polo shirt and khaki shorts.
We began our awkward interaction. He liked my painting. He called it magestical. I blinked and tried not to wince. I like my painting, but it is not magestical. Then came the weird.
I asked what his last name was again. And, he ignored my question. He went on to ask about my painting.
I asked him again what his last name was and he laughed and said, "You asked that before." He tried to move on. But I didn't let him. I said it was only fair that I know his last name because he knows mine. He chuckled nervously, looking a little uncomfortable. "No one else has ever asked me that question." I shot him a look. He then told me what his (hopefully real) last name is before launching into even stranger territory.
"Are you Asian? Part Japanese? Because when I first saw you..."
"Nope. I'm American."
"You don't look like people from around here."
Um... Okay.
"You don't look like people from around here."
Um... Okay.
"Ah, a native. Born and raised." He stated. I didn't quite get it, because he didn't seem like he was a transplant, and besides, he seemed pretty American too. And I'm always weirded out when people from other cultures want to identify me as one of their own. I'm pretty white, even if I am a mutt. It's like I would have this odd identity pass that would allow me into some secret club that I know I don't belong to. I told him I was a mutt, not Asian. But he kept wanting to know where I was from. I did not tell him.
"Do you have kids?" "Are you married?" When I answered no, he stated it was good that I would have free time, and that dating was difficult. I felt a little insulted. "I hope you don't mind if I ask you, but how old are you?" I told him asking my age wasn't quite as weird as asking if I was married during an interview. And I told him I thought it was way more strange than wanting to know the last name of a potential employer. I wanted him to know I thought his questions were out of line.
"Do you have any questions?"
"Yes. How will I be paid?"
"You'll have a check for 85 dollars at each event."
I wondered if those checks would clear.
We discussed me giving him a short bio and profile pic, and that was that. I'm going to write him and tell him I've found something else. The truth is, I'm hopefully interviewing for a couple of jobs that I really do want, and his may have been fun, but he was too shady for me.
So, even if I didn't get a good job from this, I have video footage on how to make the above, which I hope I can use to cut into something funny to share someday soon. And, I am prepared to possibly teach a class on my own. How much fun would that be?