B*tch-oil on enameled wood panel 2006. This one goes back to when I was starting a new job in Seattle. Oh the restaurant biz will teach you about ethics and manners. People show their true colors in this biz. I've learned how to carry a smile through long periods of multiple people pleasing. This is a particular story about a woman who took the cake of such a word. Note to self: never glorify anyone who proves they are a terrible person. I've screwed this up a few times now,but I'm learning to smile and move on. Life can be a real B*tch, I've picked myself up off the floor many of times. There are times I'm not sure why I keep bleeding this heart if always disappointed with people's character. I look back at this moment and smile for I at least got a good friend in this bs and we chuckle about this time we met and the atrocious boss we once had. I don't feel bad I x'd out her face and wrote B*tch in Cantonese. I get tired of people pleasing so much I sometimes snap. I'm learning to run this negativity off in order to keep smiling. It's hard at times to wonder why you bother with good morale? I keep my head up for I hope that I do get the respect I deserve in this lifetime. It irks me so sad that nice people finish last. What kind of living is this other then living is a B*tch?~tbfree