Dinner at the Bar
I tried again to solve the problem on a client’s website, but I still could not find the cause, so I gave up and apologized to the client. I re-counted the grains of rice for my new artwork, but the total was far from correct, so I had to restart my project. Just before 6 pm, I visited the bar My Way. It was their weekly dinner event. The menu was typical Dutch mashed potatoes with sausage. I sat next to Ruud and we talked a bit. I told him that I had applied for a job opportunity in Amsterdam and that I would have an interview tomorrow. I asked him if a €15-per-hour wage is fair or not. His opinion is that it is low. That opinion is the same as my landlord Jan’s. Anyway, I could not talk with him very much, so I felt a bit depressed. I read some books in bed and fell asleep around 10 pm.
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- Dinner At The Bar I retried to solve the problem on a client's website but I could not find the cause so I gave up and aporogize to the client. I re-counted the grain of rice for my new artwork but it was far from the correct number of grain of rice. I had to restart the my project. Just before 6 pm, I visited the bar My Way. It was weekly dinner event. The menu was typical Dutch masupotato with sausage. I sat down next to Ruud and we talked a bit. I told him I applied job opportunity in Amsterdam and will have interview tomorrow. I asked if €15 hour wage is fare or not. His opinion its low. The opinion is same as my landlord Jan's opinion. Anyway, I could not talk with him very much so I depressed a bit. I read some books in the bed and I fell asleep around 10 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
