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A couple of days before the last auction, which I was not really looking forward to, I went to a rock concert at the new Warehouse 21. While there, I ran into my old friend Daniel. We used to be pretty tight back in the day but we drifted apart, as friends from high school often do.
Daniel, a friend of his who I can't remember, and I all skipped out on one of the opening bands and had dinner at Whole Foods. during the drive, he talked a lot about his new job, which he seems to be enjoying. It has plenty of opportunity for promotion, he is getting trained, and he is making connections in a field he is interested in. Needless to say, the turnover rate is much smaller then the gallery. The entire time he was talking about this, I kept thinking how much I hate my job. It's so full of drama and tension, and I don't really feel like I'm even qualified to be doing the work they want me to be doing.
The show itself, Dan Deacon, was excellent by the way.
I actually enjoyed the auction. After a couple of premature bids early on, I felt like I had finally started to get the hang of absentee bidding. Bidding on dozens of lots in five or six auction will do wonders for your confidence.
Last Tuesday, I was going to Ross to buy shoes when I ran into Juanita, the latest person to have been fired from the gallery. I thanked her for the mix CD she made for me and Chris when we went to New York, which was nothing but mega-obscure indie covers of obscure songs, like a cover of Joanna Newsom.
Anyway, she was talking about how weird it was that she got fired, and how it was actually a huge sense of relief. I told her, honestly, that I was feeling kind of jealous, and that I was also expecting to get fired any day now. It was nothing I could put my finger on, but the way the higher-ups had been treating me just gave me that sense. Of course, expecting to fired is pretty much a matter of common sense there, so I wasn't really going out on a limb. We wished each other well and went on our way.
Less then twenty minutes later, while trying on shoes at Ross, I got a call on my cell-phone telling me (in vague diplomatic evasions) that I was no longer working for the gallery.
Hilarious.
It was all I could do to keep from bursting into laughter in the shoe department of Ross. Although it is obviously not a good thing to have happen, it did not make me feel bad at all. I just felt euphoric. Considering that I have some money saved up, it couldn't have come at a better time, either.
Anyway, if anybody knows of a cool non-permanent job that's somewhat mellow, let me know.
Daniel, a friend of his who I can't remember, and I all skipped out on one of the opening bands and had dinner at Whole Foods. during the drive, he talked a lot about his new job, which he seems to be enjoying. It has plenty of opportunity for promotion, he is getting trained, and he is making connections in a field he is interested in. Needless to say, the turnover rate is much smaller then the gallery. The entire time he was talking about this, I kept thinking how much I hate my job. It's so full of drama and tension, and I don't really feel like I'm even qualified to be doing the work they want me to be doing.
The show itself, Dan Deacon, was excellent by the way.
I actually enjoyed the auction. After a couple of premature bids early on, I felt like I had finally started to get the hang of absentee bidding. Bidding on dozens of lots in five or six auction will do wonders for your confidence.
Last Tuesday, I was going to Ross to buy shoes when I ran into Juanita, the latest person to have been fired from the gallery. I thanked her for the mix CD she made for me and Chris when we went to New York, which was nothing but mega-obscure indie covers of obscure songs, like a cover of Joanna Newsom.
Anyway, she was talking about how weird it was that she got fired, and how it was actually a huge sense of relief. I told her, honestly, that I was feeling kind of jealous, and that I was also expecting to get fired any day now. It was nothing I could put my finger on, but the way the higher-ups had been treating me just gave me that sense. Of course, expecting to fired is pretty much a matter of common sense there, so I wasn't really going out on a limb. We wished each other well and went on our way.
Less then twenty minutes later, while trying on shoes at Ross, I got a call on my cell-phone telling me (in vague diplomatic evasions) that I was no longer working for the gallery.
Hilarious.
It was all I could do to keep from bursting into laughter in the shoe department of Ross. Although it is obviously not a good thing to have happen, it did not make me feel bad at all. I just felt euphoric. Considering that I have some money saved up, it couldn't have come at a better time, either.
Anyway, if anybody knows of a cool non-permanent job that's somewhat mellow, let me know.