A little cloud called job lovely...

Rise and shine! Here goes my work day: I get in my cute Neon and get on the highway and join the population known as the workforce commute. Since I have been in school or working retail for the past million years, I have kept odd hours. I find it absolutely bizarre to be a part of this clockwork migration. But there I am, participating in "the morning rush." Funny.

So I drive down the highway until I am at the brink of "city." I usually get off the highway an exit or two early even though the highway lets off right by my job, so that I can be engulfed in buildings and just stare at stuff. Downtown is beautiful in the morning when the light is strong and everyone is buzzing around and my to-go coffee is piping hot.
So my work is in the River Market, and the river is likerighttherebut I can't see it! There's an overgrown lot, a fence, a ginormous billboard and some electric poles in the way. These things annoy me. I did see the river from a bridge today and it looked relatively full and happy.
So at this point I have said little about my actual job, so here are some things I do when I finish dreaming my way through downtown: install art, work with our membership database, design print materials, write press releases, plan events (our big art auction fundraiser is February 18), work on the website, work with artists about coordinating shows, etc, etc. I am also the lucky one that gets the mail, answers the phone and serves food/wine at openings. It is really a catch of a job!!

Happy New Year!

Happy Birthday to Me (I am officially old now)!

Finally!

Yes, it is true, I did the graduation bit like a good little pilgrim. First and foremost, the costumes were hilarious. Mine consisted of the classic ginormous black cloak, black hat, honor cords and a little doily/maxipad thing for a collar. What I don't understand is that only the girls had to wear the little collars. Why? To protect our cloaks from our globby make-up? To distinguish our feminine form in a formless cloak? I just cannot figure this one out.
The boys, free from these add-on collars, were instructed to wear a collared shirt; some of them didn't. Also, those that did go for a collar didn't wear uniformly white.
So in addition to being just silly and sexist, this little doily business caused me trouble from minute one. Polyester on polyester, for sure, is a slippery combination... and even more so with a chunk of nylon cords thrown in the mix. Everything kept nearly-but-not-quite falling off my neck during the ceremony. So while my alma mater's Dean blabbed "just think about all those single ladies in the ceremony this evening who are off to get married!" -- seriously, I am not kidding-- while this crap flowed in my ears, I was adjusting the non-adhesive maxipad about my neck.
Saving graces during and after the ceremony include: 1) my knowledge that the Dean looked more retardedly decorated than most in the auditorium 2) a bagpiper 3) my studio girls, 4) alcohawl, and 5) what the hell, a sombrero.

CHEERS

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A little cloud called Job Lovely
The true purpose of Retail during Christmas.

Hello to my dear blog readers! I am getting ready to graduate - finally! I pick up my cap and gown and those cords that people wear tomorrow. And then I walk on Friday evening. And then I drink. High five to me!
So this also means that I am pretty much done with my torturous printmaking, all that is left is to put my little pretties in their mats. Yay.
Cheers!

Relaxation, your eyes don't work on me anymore.

Hi!

My update goes as such (again I'll make use of a list format. For some reason I cannot formulate coherent paragraphs at the moment... I can make no promises on correct punctuation either):

1. My new job started on Thursday and it is Saturday and so I have been learning and working and meeting great people and going to KC's River Market neighborhood downtown for three days. I have a lot of stuff to learn, andI'm very very excited about the Coalition. It is a beautiful organization in a beautiful space. I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful job. Thanks, lucky stars!

2. I still get my Nature fix because the river goes right by my work. I'm excited to spout about the river in my blog. And I'm driving to Maryville again for:

3. Just a wee bit of school left, which is stressful. Stress is bad. I scribbled a stress-poem the other day which is maybe terrible and it rhymes (inspired by Doug) because this is what the hell a girl do who wants to smoke a mass quantity of cigarettes might do. Scribble. And the last line (the only part I like) is the title of this post.

So I am excited for Dec. 24-Jan. 4 when I will have off from work and will be done with school and will be done commuting and there will be peace and my birthday and good times.

Julie