I do not like this job.
I have started working for the Bronx River Art Center and I do not like it. For the most part, what I don't like is my boss. In my head I like to call her "The Great Gail Nathan"; a joke so inside, that only members of my high school graduating class who happen to remember the self-obsessed local public access television personality in his self titled show "The Great Darrell Nathan", who was charming only for the fact that he had clearly long since lost touch with reality. Gail, on the other hand, is not charming in her lack of awareness; in fact she is one of the patronizing people I've ever had the misfortune to encounter. Gail's world is composed of Gail alone, she talks over everyone else, she ignores everyone else, she verbally assaults everyone else. The worst/best part is that she isn't in the office half the time; actually, come to think of it, she isn't in the office most of the time. This is great because then I do not have to put up with her, and this sucks because generally I have no idea what to do. I keep making up projects for myself, and while doing them I generally have no idea what I'm doing. It's frustrating to feel like you take an hour and a half subway ride each day only to waste hours sorting through files and piles of paperwork and databases that make utterly no sense because no one will tell you what they are and no one has ever bother to organize them. I think I have entered a new form of job hell. I have this sinking feeling that I'm going to be struggling against insurmountable bureaucracy for the rest of my life.
At least there is a window.
At least there is a window.