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I used to work at a local art gallery for about a year. I had a number of duties, from filing to being an "icebreaker" during show openings to framing some works. I'm also an artist myself, but let me tell you, I hate the art world. It's a horribly pretentious world with a smattering of actually talented and humble people, and the rest are crude hacks with a sky-high sense of entitlement. The hoity-toityness also extended to many of the staff. I think 3 of the people I worked with were great, and the rest were just awful, sneering asskissers who were always at the ready to fawn all over whichever big-name artist was displaying their glossy turds in the gallery at the time. I was very vocal about which art was crap and it caused visibly horrified reactions in the jerkstaff, which was very satisfying. One of said pieces: A huge painting about 6'x8'. Well, not so much a painting, because it looked like a completely blank canvas. Upon asking the assistant curator what the hell it was supposed to be, I was told that it was a brilliant work, and actually was painted with large chunks of 3 different shades of white. The price tag to own this masterpiece? $30,000. I laughed and said it was garbage. She was speechless. Thankfully, my boss was one of the cool people I worked with. She went and told him what I had said and he also laughed and said, "I agree!" I was happy when I finally was able to get out of there. In some ways it was worse than retail, because lovely customers come and go, but lovely co-workers are always there.
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