judy and the dream of horses
i've been trying to get along with the other members of staff; not just the ones we work alongside, but the other people as well, office staff and anyone else. half this building is offices. i've been upstairs a few times, and they're in between exhibitions, currently setting the next one up. some of the stuff is pretty good i think, but what do i know? the curator (a lass called lauren who is not just blond, but also short and cute) was there this morning, so we had a chat about what was going on.
that led into shaking hands and meeting lee mengwei, who is one of the contemporary artists featured in this exhibition. then just smile, stand aside, and try not to look like one of the girls on the telly who are only there to glamourise the place.
i'd quite like to help out and set up the stuff, but since it's not my job and i'm in a shirt (clip-on tie) and pair of (reasonably smart) trousers.. well i can't really. leaves me to sit down and read my book, when i'm 'working'. or go outside and enjoy the sunshine when i'm on a break.
sorry, are you jealous?
this morning in a break i checked the email. my brother tells me of a job in the national parks, down in northumberland. starting in the autumn. when this contract has finished. i want to stay in the city and it'd be good if i could carry on with the galleries, but this is a job and not a career. most of the people here are old folk, dossing about before they retire. re-trained after the mines closed and the shipyards went tits-up. the younger folk seem to have the life knocked out of them, age 40, look 60. fags every fifteen minutes, stressed about nothing.
the job in the national parks would be interesting and give me a skill, traditional techniques, skills that could easily die out. working outdoors, just as i supposedly love. in the national park. so rural. and ..to live.. with my parents? or maybe not. i don't know. i'll need to apply for jobs whatever happens, i know, i know.
(god knows i don't want to)
(ps, telford and wrekin asked me for the £700 housing benefit they gave me to be given back to them. fuck. get it over and done with. dig the money out the savings. you're fucked if you do and you're fucked if you don't. maybe aline did the right thing, spending all her money down the pubs?)
that led into shaking hands and meeting lee mengwei, who is one of the contemporary artists featured in this exhibition. then just smile, stand aside, and try not to look like one of the girls on the telly who are only there to glamourise the place.
i'd quite like to help out and set up the stuff, but since it's not my job and i'm in a shirt (clip-on tie) and pair of (reasonably smart) trousers.. well i can't really. leaves me to sit down and read my book, when i'm 'working'. or go outside and enjoy the sunshine when i'm on a break.
sorry, are you jealous?
this morning in a break i checked the email. my brother tells me of a job in the national parks, down in northumberland. starting in the autumn. when this contract has finished. i want to stay in the city and it'd be good if i could carry on with the galleries, but this is a job and not a career. most of the people here are old folk, dossing about before they retire. re-trained after the mines closed and the shipyards went tits-up. the younger folk seem to have the life knocked out of them, age 40, look 60. fags every fifteen minutes, stressed about nothing.
the job in the national parks would be interesting and give me a skill, traditional techniques, skills that could easily die out. working outdoors, just as i supposedly love. in the national park. so rural. and ..to live.. with my parents? or maybe not. i don't know. i'll need to apply for jobs whatever happens, i know, i know.
(god knows i don't want to)
(ps, telford and wrekin asked me for the £700 housing benefit they gave me to be given back to them. fuck. get it over and done with. dig the money out the savings. you're fucked if you do and you're fucked if you don't. maybe aline did the right thing, spending all her money down the pubs?)