This is the living room in the historical landmark, The Boddy House, nestled in Descanso Gardens; a beautiful, botanical garden (do NOT call it a park!) in the hills of La Canada.
I'm a temp now. And I am temping at said garden.
One of the many, difficult tasks a temp does on an average day at the garden is "man the Boddy House." Which means we are in charge of standing in the tiny house and making sure no one steals stuff. It's like a security guard position, but you are only a temp security guard, so it is just that much sadder. OH! And I temp alongside high school girls who are doing this just to get hours for their very rich, white charity organization. So I'm a fake security guard whose co-workers talk about the illusive nature of a hand job.
Here is what I do not understand about "historical landmarks" like this... everything. All the full-time workers here treat it like the original copy of The Constitution, and I totally understand that, except for the fact that there is absolutely nothing remarkable about this place. When I was given my first tour I had to force "oohs!" and "wooww what a nice sofa!" because everyone was treating it like it really was a magnificent place? But it isn't! Look at this picture! Those are ugly satin drapes one would see in the home of a widowed Egyptian living in Pasadena! And this room is REALLY photogenic. It is really small. Like the size of my studio small. It honestly looks like every living room in San Marino. Except for the fact the owner was rich and bought 160 acres of mountain land in La Canyada. We are supposed to memorize lots of facts about the house for the visitors. I go, "Okay! Time to brush up!" and they leave and I throw the binder in the closet... cut to.."Insane in the membrane! Insane in the brain!" (imagine the birthday party scene that is the straw that breaks Sally Feild's back in Mrs. Doubtfire). That's me in the Boddy house.
It's just so stupid!!! The facts are not interesting at all!! Who puts time into this!!?!?! Wait, me.
