There’s nothing worse than having to go into work when you feel like death warmed up – especially if your job involves $300,000 (£207,000) pieces of art.
Fugeezy works at an art gallery and sometimes has to move around some pretty expensive artworks.
Let’s hand over to them to spell out exactly what happened:
Last week I had a terrible ear infection that gave me vertigo. I called in sick, but my boss told me I had to come in.
After taking a tremendous amount of medicine, I felt alright, as long as I didn’t stand, move, or breathe slightly.
My boss asked me to move a piece of art work, and I obliged because I’m an idiot.
That seems bad enough but, bearing in mind Fugeezy has fucking vertigo, what happened next seems pretty stupid:
Not only did I have to move the artwork, but I had to put it up high on the wall because of the way we place our art.
I had to get on a ladder and everything was fine until I started to get dizzy and dropped the canvas.
The framing popped open, the glass shattered, and the canvas had a tear in it.
I was near tears and my boss runs in and starts freaking out – this particular piece is worth $300k, and the artist, who is very well known, was loaning it to us.
Fugeezy hasn’t been to work since – I bet the boss wishes she just let them take the day off.
However, that wasn’t quite the end of the story:
I decided to call my boss and she said she’s setting up a meeting with the curator of the gallery and I should expect a reply on Monday if I still have my job.
It looks like everything should be fine though – which is fair enough as it doesn’t really seem like Fugeezy’s fault:
My co-worker just texted me and told me that the curator just got out of a meeting with the Board of Directors and they walked out of the meeting laughing.
Sounds like they’re safe. Maybe.