|In which I experience the stinging criticism of my intellectual superiors
||[Feb. 10th, 2004|01:58 am]
to introduce this post, I would like to explain the phenomenon of Labor Ready:
Customers Frequently Asked Questions
Q: What kinds of workers does Labor Ready provide?
A: We provide workers for any unskilled and semi-skilled tasks, such as construction site cleanup, freight handling, cleaning, set-up and tear-down operations, yard services, etc. Basically, we are the source when you need help with hard, manual labor.
They have an office near the library where I work. You know how some cities have migrant laborers, standing on corners, waiting for trucks to take them off to a worksite, no questions asked about green card status? Well, imagine that, all above board, with documented workers who don't need to disperse if the cops drive by, with lots of waiting for jobs and plenty of time to stand outside smoking cigarettes and heckle passersby.
Have I mentioned I frequently park next to this building?
So today, this happened:
Mullethead outside of LaborReady with his pal: "Why'd ya do that to your car?"
Me, not wanting to be late for work, flippantly: "Eh, why not do it?"
Mullethead: "You mean there tweren't nothin' wrong with the car before you did that to it?"
Me: "Nope. I thought it'd would be fun."
MH: "Well, I'm an art-tist, and I like to think I know somethin' about what looks good, and your car is UG-LEE"
Me (with mix of humor and condescension): "Well, I guess it's a matter of opinion and personal taste. I happen to like it this way."
MH: "Nope, it's UGLY! UGLY! UGLY!"
He and his pal then follow me about a block as I walk from my car to the front door of the library, with Mullet head loudly telling his friend, "I'm sorry, but that is one ugly car!" over and over again, obviously for my benefit and not because he's trying to convince his pal through superior rhetorical technique that my car is in fact ugly.
I might have been more upset by the aesthetic pronouncements of this streetcorner John Canaday had it not been for two things: 1) the non-ironic mullet 2) his total lack of front teeth. Not to be a snob, but there's just something funny about an unskilled or semiskilled manual laborer missing 2-3 teeth trying to educate you about aesthetics. I also found it odd that he'd prefaced his criticism with the declaration that he was an artist (not, I notice, that he, too, was an artist, but that he was, with the implication that I was not).
Perhaps he was shut out of the late 90's competitive Tacoma gallery scene by the overhyped Schnabel and Koons equivalents of the Pacific Northwest, leaving him an embittered and unemployable frustrated former painter whose only happiness comes from denigrating artists who manage to exhibit their work merely by parking their cars.
Yeah, that must be it.