A rather busy morning. Boss out of office so I am answering phones and doing changes to jobs and things. My boss has been telling porkies to a client who believes our artwork we are doing for them is all illustrated by hand when for that job we have just retouched a load of photos. But come on, there's a panorama view of snow capped mountains, do you honestly think it is possible to paint that in 2 days?
Waitrose for dinner again today. Passed a young woman with a quite potent blue colour in the centre of her cleavage, from some veins or other. It's remarkable how many different hues go into a human. When I was texturing a face it didnt look real until you had introduced subtle purples and blues and also yellows in boney areas. It looks wrong when laid out flat but on the model it looks correct. very odd.
I wandered around for fucking ages as they had sod all veggie sandwiches available but I had come this far so I had to get something to eat from here. Didnt want the salad bar, bit too slimey and can't be certain of fat levels etc (for some reason I have suddenly become very concious of checking packaging for fat levels etc). I could find fuck all that I wanted so I settle eventually on a giant tub of fried microwavable egg fried rice. It is meant for 2 people minimum but I am slowly battling my way through it. It's a little bland, it has to be said but I fucking love rice. Give me some rice with slight flavours added and I'll be happy to eat buckets of it. Same goes for mashed potato, I could eat neverending amounts of well made mash.
Had a couple of despicable toffee nosed cunts in front of me in the queue, their shop was just ending so rather than sit through the tedium of the incredibly slow basket queue, I ope for this one. They have just spent 300 fucking quid on food. Mad, I can see a big vacuum sealed pack of smoked salmon sticking out of one of their bags. She kept harping on about how they travelled from some village somehwere because they loved the bromley waitrose so much. The checkout girl clearly didn't give a fucking fig. She continues on with 'we'll look forward to seeing you soon', getting no response she says it again and the girl half heartedly says 'thanks very much'. What does she want, the lassy to say 'gosh yes missus, we can't wait to welcome you back to spend an obscene amount of money while I'm sat here picking up slightly above minimum wage in a soul-crushing job'.
There wa s ayoung lad with a fucking huge head walking down the street, he didn't help the situation by having a cunty, all over the shop highlighted hair cut, only made his enormous head look even bigger.
Almost finished the rice.....
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