Murals are not an acceptable form of legal tender

Today a woman keeps coming into my office and standing in the front doorway to stare at the artwork hanging on the interior suite wall right inside the door. She has been here twice. Walk over. Stand. Stare. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. She hasn't said anything to anyone. She's just stared intently at the painting. Taking it all in. But I get a distinct impression she's working up the nerve to be very morally offended. Not that I really blame her. This painting - located inside the office of a quasi-government entity - features the image of a semi-nude female figure rendered in a style similar to what one might find on Greek pottery...or in a bath house, since it's debatable what she is doing to the other only partially rendered (and possibly male) figure in the mixed-media painting. It's a pretty notorious piece within my office. M and I used to ponder the very nature of it on many occassions. The Fine Arts department came and got all of their cheaply framed crappy prints, but left this thing behind, in all of it's exposed breasticle glory displayed in it's dubious place of honor right by the main door. If this lady decides to complain maybe that'll get us some decent decor around this place.

They finished the eatery at work -- the aesthetic part, anyway. Half a million dollars, and what do they have to show for it? Blue tint on the windows and an ugly beaded curtain around a stage that no one may ever actually use. They put this giant mural on one wall, and someone mentioned today that basically that's where our raises went. Let me tell you something: Murals do not pay the bills. We had to buy new equipment for the kitchen at an additional cost. The person who decided this was a good idea needs to be fired. Oh, that's right - he skipped out before this ill-conceived project even got started. And the running of the actual operation of the place needs a LOT of work. Those people have no clue how to actually run a business, and it chills me to the very marrow of my bones. How they expect to turn a profit when they have an "Office Manager" who has tried for three days to fax paperwork to a number that took me all of five seconds to determine was a voicemail number is beyond me.