we finally finished all the renovations/changes we were making at the art asylum. i think it looks really good. i'm exhausted from having had to move things around in essentially circles. i had to clear out the gallery today and get that looking ready. i was asked if i could do that alone, so that everyone else could focus on finishing up. i said yes

this mover guy who was hired by some lady who was donating stuff to us was making a hassle out of having to move the things in. he insisted that he was only getting paid to deliver the boxes and not actually to bring them in the building. which is completely ridiculous. he eventually did it, but he was trying to get people, even a random customer, to help. i was pretending to not work there so that he wouldn't tie me up in that mess

i basically curated the show. i hung all the artwork and whatever by myself for the first time. i was surprised to have only found one piece of elmo. lots of labyrinth pieces. and muppets. one of them fell overnight and the glass on the frame broke. i felt bad, but it wasn't really my fault. when i hung it, it held up well. i blame the frame. the artist was rather nice about it though. we apologized to each other over it

okay, i know i've written about the customer lady that always drags on after closing and has made me late for things. she came in today and bought things. we asked my coworker who rung her up how much of a hassle she was. she told us that the lady basically told her her life story. this woman is four years sober. which made me laugh. she had no living family. she explained that the reason the lady buys ephemera a lot is because, since she doesn't have family, there is a joy in collecting memories for her. which sent me laughing uncontrollably. like, i know its a sad story. but the idea of collecting old photogrpahs of people to create these false memories for you to treasure is comedic and a tragic way. the way someone will arrive at that conclusion, to find joy out of the memories of people you never knew, and are also probably dead, is wild to me. there were a lot of thoughts about this, but i don't want to type them out cause i'm exhausted and because i don't think i can word them correctly to fully express what i mean

there was also a large amount of bad advice from dennis