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May. 29th, 2007 05:55 pmSo today.
Person I was meant to be working with didn't show; no big deal as someone came around to let me have a lunch break, and I just kicked back with the iPod and sketchbook when no-one was in the gallery.
At least no big deal until 10 minutes to go, when I had about a thousand people walk in. Well, twenty, best guess, in little groups. And everyone just Hung. Around. I've got to do all the signs, pull all the blinds down, lock everything up, tidy everything up... and people are still mooching around the prints on the table. Guh. I know this happens, but first time it's happened to me. "Hi, welcome to the exhibition! Would you like some information on the paintings? *hands out leaflets* The first one's right there, and they go anticlockwise... ^__^" *attempts to kill with brain* People, a little information: Volunteers do not get overtime pay.
There was Hitler Kid this morning, though.
Most of the kids we seem to get in the gallery are pretty well-behaved, except for the odd poke of the paintings until their parents tell them off. The paintings are damn well secured to the wall and under glass, so no worries.
So this family are just touring around the pictures, discussing things, and this little kid suddenly yells out "It's Hitler!"
We look to see. He's looking at the artist's self-portraits. Now, this guy has a funny moustache, but it's not one of *those* moustaches. But there's the kid, yelling like he's so proud of getting it, "Look, Hitler!"
I couldn't help myself, I just cracked up. Everyone else was laughing, but still...
Godwin's Law. Godwin's freaking Law.
Person I was meant to be working with didn't show; no big deal as someone came around to let me have a lunch break, and I just kicked back with the iPod and sketchbook when no-one was in the gallery.
At least no big deal until 10 minutes to go, when I had about a thousand people walk in. Well, twenty, best guess, in little groups. And everyone just Hung. Around. I've got to do all the signs, pull all the blinds down, lock everything up, tidy everything up... and people are still mooching around the prints on the table. Guh. I know this happens, but first time it's happened to me. "Hi, welcome to the exhibition! Would you like some information on the paintings? *hands out leaflets* The first one's right there, and they go anticlockwise... ^__^" *attempts to kill with brain* People, a little information: Volunteers do not get overtime pay.
There was Hitler Kid this morning, though.
Most of the kids we seem to get in the gallery are pretty well-behaved, except for the odd poke of the paintings until their parents tell them off. The paintings are damn well secured to the wall and under glass, so no worries.
So this family are just touring around the pictures, discussing things, and this little kid suddenly yells out "It's Hitler!"
We look to see. He's looking at the artist's self-portraits. Now, this guy has a funny moustache, but it's not one of *those* moustaches. But there's the kid, yelling like he's so proud of getting it, "Look, Hitler!"
I couldn't help myself, I just cracked up. Everyone else was laughing, but still...
Godwin's Law. Godwin's freaking Law.
