Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why, no, I'm not tired and cranky! Whatever gave you that idea? So I was sitting at work yesterday, eating cold bison meat and pondering the truth of this statement: The reward for being capable is to have more and more things asked of you. This statement is especially true where I work, and it's downright dangerous to agree to help anybody do anything that doesn't fall strictly within your job requirements, because it's a good way to ensure you get asked to do it again and again. Unfortunately, our previous museum prep guy was one of those "let me do it for you" types, and now our current museum prep guy is assumed to be the same, when in truth he has way too much other shit to do than to be running around doing jobs that aren't his to do. It's why I have to be careful to not become "the person who takes every digital picture," because then the curators, who are completely capable of taking our department's digital camera and snapping their own damn picture will start wandering into my office, holding out a list of things they need photographs of, and assuming I'll take care of it. Plus, the woman in charge of events (people rent out our building for lots of different events) is a tactless, irritating person who will steamroller over everybody else to please the people who have rented the hall. That's ok when it's workable, but it's NOT ok when you're asking the museum staff to put several period rooms back together because SOMEBODY scheduled this major event right in the middle of a major window replacement project which requires us to move and drape all the furniture and objects in the rooms so they won't be damaged by the workmen. AND YOU ASK THIS THE DAY OF AN EXHIBIT OPENING. Because, god forbid, it's not like we have anything BETTER to do. At this point, the majority of the museum staff would like to stuff this woman into a sack and fling her into the Potomac. Makes me irritatable. Makes my boss irritable too, and that's a task - she's one of the most mellow people I know. It's lucky for everybody else in the department that she rarely gives them a piece of her mind, because they'd end up with crispy eyebrows. On the other hand, if she or our director truly let loose once in a while, it might help certain situations around the office. Anyway. Enough with the bitching. Most of it is due to the fact that Thursday, we were scrambling to put the exhibit up, and then had to hang out for the reception, which was very nice but contained entirely too much speechmaking. But our exhibit was received very well, and we're actually getting some good publicity. Knock wood, no angry outrage so far. And good comments in the comment book. The exhibit looks sharp, I must say. This entry has been rambling and irritable, which is how I feel right now, so I'm going to go and download some music and make a new cd and read the new books I just treated myself to. A new exhibit is a good justification for a little pampering. 2:05 p.m. - 2002-10-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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