My school re-opened 5 days ago on Monday the 4th and normally my days consist of me sitting snug in my little principle-ish office and closing the door tightly when majong my work requires extra concentration. Not this week however. My receptionist Karen-that guardian of my sanity and keeper of all smarmy salesmen out of my face-is still in Mexico and won’t be back to work until Monday. This means that every time that front door opens I have to drag my administrative ass out to her desk and make nice with the public which I think we all know is not exactly my forte. So…… to extract a little bit of revenge I decided that I would turn the lovely & rather delicate little ceramic nativity scene that she has set up at her desk into an African American nativity scene. Unfortunately, none of my black markers were thin enough to reach into all of the cracks & crevices of their wee little faces. Consequently, rather than African American, they all look as though they have Michael Jackson’s vitiligo.
You’ll notice that I have left one figurine unmolested; the angel with the name across her chest in black letters. “Who is Gloria?” you ask? I have no fucking idea. Had I painted her though, it would be just my luck that she’d turn out to be a god-child or a sorely missed dead person.
The moral of this story? I’ll fuck with people’s shit all day long but apparently even I won’t fuck with an angel named Gloria.
PS- My best friend Susin has vitiligo and I feel that this post and the defacing of the nativity scene is an important step for a cause dear to her heart. Jesus and his manger crew would bring in way more research dollars for vitiligo than Michael Jackson could have ever hoped to!
