I work at an art gallery?!?!?

People feel compelled to tell me this at least three times a day. Or at least to point out that this is "supposed" to be an art gallery.

The next person who says that "there isn't any art in there" or says "I was just wondering where all the art is?" will be met with the following reaction:

"Holy shit! There isn't any art in there at all?! (picks up phone) Hello, police? There's been a major robbery at the Art Gallery! Yes, Sudbury does have an art gallery! John st.... Just over the Paris St Bridge.... Look that's not the point! Someone came in and stole every piece of art in here! Yes, I have two witnesses here who can vouche for the fact that there is not a single piece of art in the entire gallery!"

Then maybe I'll start sobbing and put my head on the desk and tell them that I'm going to lose my job.


It's so hard to put up with all the philistines in this town sometimes. Luckily I have friends who write things like "Let's have some more of the hot guy behind the desk!" in the public comment book. My boss brought that one to my attention today.

***UPDATE***

Why would you call the Art Gallery to get the phone number for Laurentian so that you can see what's playing at STC?

WHY?