Clever titles are for people with brains that work properly
My plan was to write a nice journal post about my day, but I ended up looking at lolcatz.
Maybe I can still write something. I left for work at 08:45, came back home 22:45.
I'm now pretty much responsible for the Artist in Residence-program (the South Africans are staying until the end of the month), and Konstrundan.
And today was the opening of the South African's exhibition in their studio, and there were many things to do, and I have no idea how any of it sort of worked out. I am slowly loosing my fear of calling random people, if there's a chance they know how to help me. Yay!
I feel very accomplished, and I feel happy about getting things done and not screwing things up super-much.
I've printed things, bought flowers (really nice ones I might say), hunted for clips, hung out with a frustrated South African (connected to the hunting of clips), went back and forth to Ekenäs Tryckeri just to find out that I really DID have the correct files with me, saw a 2 month old german shepherd puppy that was the cutsie-wutsiest on the PLANET and was called Lady and she licked my hand and had ears, and I've borrowed träbockar as bench-supports from a storage, packed up a filmprojector that's being taken to Kiasma to be repeared, instructed the gallery-guard, drove back and forth to the residence, once with a South African on a bike hanging on to the side of the car, and I had a few cups of coffee and a bowl of soup at some point in the day, and visited another exhibition opening at Göran Schildt's house, but only had time to listen to half of the speech and eat food from their buffet before I had to go to the actual exhibitionopening I was supposed to be at (Pro Artibus wasn't even invited I think, so it felt very much like party-crashing, huzzah! They had strawberries and I ate many) and there I ate maräng and it was sweet. I've also listened to Gjallarhorn.
Sad thing I realised though, even if it's probably pretty normal, was that after having worked so hard for everything to work out somehow, and that the South Africans had everything they needed -- I was just completely incapable to winding down and enjoying the opening of the exhibition. I mean, the studios looked awesome and great and the artists were seemingly having fun and were pleased and there were even some people attending! But, I had, like, zero social skills and only worried about practicalities. It was sad and it made me sad.
But I guess that's something of a skill that has to be developed.
Either way, long day. Actually long week. Been working everyday, usually 8h + 45minx2 since last Monday (weekend-shift). My brain is starting to not work.
But I have to say, the "omg what a day" doesn't hit me until I'm at home, and it's gone by the morning so going to work is awesome. Just that there aren't enough hours in the day and not enough fuel in the Lillanna. But, I've gotten my first paycheck, woop-woop!