Crazy and Scattered
Dear Blog,
I am a whirlwind of emotions lately. On Thursday I had an interview at the MFA that went very well, and I'm looking forward to meeting them again this upcoming week. Funny though. I'm an art major and the only opportunity available to me at the MFA may be in the IT department. Do I mind? Not at all, I'd be over the moon grateful to get anything in that wonderful institution. Fingers crossed. This is the story of countless others through the states now trying to find work, by any means. Oh if only we could get employed! I find it ridiculous that wanting a job with a good salary and benefits feels more like being "hopeful" than anything else. Is it just me, or does the idea of landing a good job feel like having a 4.0 GPA and being told, "you'll be lucky if you land your safety school?" Needless to say, I was psyched to have this interview.
Before I went in and sat on the cool leather couch of the HR offices, filled with the sounds of paper printing and strewn with catalogues of the Museum collection, I walked around Boston, sat at a coffee shop, prepared myself and meandered back. Doesn't sound too bad, in fact I was so excited for the interview I felt on top of the world except for one thing- THE HEAT. WHY?! Why Summer?? Do you present us with nothing more to look forward to post Fourth of July except your blazing heat and stifling humidity? I've come to a realization this season: Summer is an entirely different animal when you work all week and try to find time to get to the beach on weekends vs. the "no-responsibilities so-what-beach-are-we-hitting-today" freedom between the academic years. I've become a grown-up. Summer sucks. Well... ice cream season certainly doesn't...
Anyway, after my interview I checked out the AMAZING Chihuly exhibit, met Joe for lunch and walked around for a few more hours while the heat slowly leeched any energy I had left after all the excitement. As happy as I was, I felt myself becoming more and more cranky as the day went on. The heat combined with the immense relief after the interview meant I was hit by a wave of exhaustion and the overwhelming fact that this was just the beginning of a long, bumpy assimilation into city life. Not only that, but how much it was going to take physically and emotionally to make the move there and once there-to make music and just living my daily life happen smoothly. That night after dinner and one beer I was sadly a tipsy mess of whelming emotions. Poor Joe. Thank you so much for putting up with me. No one should get teary eyed over a beer and nachos unless for joy. Ah well.
Now, I'm looking at the only one-ton box of my things I've had time to throw together and I already feel too bothered to keep going. Can't lift it, and if I do, it'll tear. Major fail already. You'd think I'd know better after doing this for four years in college but nope. I HATE packing. At least when I need a break I get to work on some arts and crafts for a music video a friend of mine is making for me. Though another thing to think about and work on right now is another thing making me feel crazy and scattered. That's what it is. For the next three to four weeks you may refer to me as Crazy-and-scattered in the place of Emily. I'll let you know when she comes back to town.
<3 CS
I am a whirlwind of emotions lately. On Thursday I had an interview at the MFA that went very well, and I'm looking forward to meeting them again this upcoming week. Funny though. I'm an art major and the only opportunity available to me at the MFA may be in the IT department. Do I mind? Not at all, I'd be over the moon grateful to get anything in that wonderful institution. Fingers crossed. This is the story of countless others through the states now trying to find work, by any means. Oh if only we could get employed! I find it ridiculous that wanting a job with a good salary and benefits feels more like being "hopeful" than anything else. Is it just me, or does the idea of landing a good job feel like having a 4.0 GPA and being told, "you'll be lucky if you land your safety school?" Needless to say, I was psyched to have this interview.
Before I went in and sat on the cool leather couch of the HR offices, filled with the sounds of paper printing and strewn with catalogues of the Museum collection, I walked around Boston, sat at a coffee shop, prepared myself and meandered back. Doesn't sound too bad, in fact I was so excited for the interview I felt on top of the world except for one thing- THE HEAT. WHY?! Why Summer?? Do you present us with nothing more to look forward to post Fourth of July except your blazing heat and stifling humidity? I've come to a realization this season: Summer is an entirely different animal when you work all week and try to find time to get to the beach on weekends vs. the "no-responsibilities so-what-beach-are-we-hitting-today" freedom between the academic years. I've become a grown-up. Summer sucks. Well... ice cream season certainly doesn't...
Anyway, after my interview I checked out the AMAZING Chihuly exhibit, met Joe for lunch and walked around for a few more hours while the heat slowly leeched any energy I had left after all the excitement. As happy as I was, I felt myself becoming more and more cranky as the day went on. The heat combined with the immense relief after the interview meant I was hit by a wave of exhaustion and the overwhelming fact that this was just the beginning of a long, bumpy assimilation into city life. Not only that, but how much it was going to take physically and emotionally to make the move there and once there-to make music and just living my daily life happen smoothly. That night after dinner and one beer I was sadly a tipsy mess of whelming emotions. Poor Joe. Thank you so much for putting up with me. No one should get teary eyed over a beer and nachos unless for joy. Ah well.
Now, I'm looking at the only one-ton box of my things I've had time to throw together and I already feel too bothered to keep going. Can't lift it, and if I do, it'll tear. Major fail already. You'd think I'd know better after doing this for four years in college but nope. I HATE packing. At least when I need a break I get to work on some arts and crafts for a music video a friend of mine is making for me. Though another thing to think about and work on right now is another thing making me feel crazy and scattered. That's what it is. For the next three to four weeks you may refer to me as Crazy-and-scattered in the place of Emily. I'll let you know when she comes back to town.<3 CS
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