Sep 23, 2005 23:12
I volunteered to help take down and/or hang a show at the museum. I not only got the chance to do it today, but I got PAID too. Real money and everything. Most I've ever made in a hour too...
It was tough, physical labor at times, but there's also a degree of zen in wrapping up fine art in glasine or plastic, then bubble wrap, then cardboard. I knew the guy supervising all of us, he's the Operations manager and a hottie. The other four folks were hired on a freelance basis and have had this gig many times in the past and knew each other to various degrees. They are, on the whole, a bunch of fuckin' yahoos. I mean nuts, dude. At times I thought, "Ah, so nice to be around unconstrained conversation," but at other times I really wanted them to shut the hell up. One was a real shit-head about my music, just being an elitist musician, really. I almost popped off at her, but I kept it cool. I'm not blowing my career chances on one loud-mouthed wack-job.
Physically, I'm in a bad way. I pulled my gracilis (inner thigh muscle) a few days ago and it makes just walking difficult. Never mind the stairs and ramps, and all those things that make being gimpy in NYC very humbling. Then there's the knee. And that lower back injury from last year. I'm a mess. I took three Aleve and cried a little when I got home-- the work today not only strained me, it reminded me that I'm not invincible, far from it. I need to see an orthopedic, and I need to make the time to go. There's no putting this off any more because it's starting to affect morale, not just my body.
*sigh*
hold me? no, wait...: rub me?
internship,
health