job.
“Good morning Christine,” I said with a smile. “What’s so good about it?” she replied.
“Just good, good weather, good coffee,” I said, rolling my eyes as I shut the door behind me.
My boss…not the most positive person put on this planet.
I loved being close to art and felt like I learnt a lot from it, but she treated me like I was a complete idiot most of the time and I hated that, as anyone would. I knew I had a lot to learn but she was the kind of person that would give you a hard time for all the things you hadn’t learned yet. I think it must make her feel better in some twisted way.
She always wore a black pencil skirt, white shirt and black high heels. She had short dark hair, slim, about five seven feet tall and would not smile for anything. Actually that's not entirely true, she would smile for her little Papillon, a black and white dog called Adele. I actually like that dog but I was often not aloud near her, nobody was. Christine thought Adele would catch whatever bug was running around at the time. She was very over protective when it came to Adele.
“We’re very busy today, we have a few paintings coming in and I need to keep a clear head so no chitter chatter today thank you very much,” she said whilst taking her coffee from my hand.
“Yes Christine. I will get busy with work and let you concentrate on what you do best. Just let me know if you need anything.”
If I didn't have this dream of owning my own art gallery I would have quit that job within a month due to Christine being the way she was. Still, I did learn a lot from her. She was strict and miserable but she knew what she was talking about, and I needed the experience. She