Blue Sky Lady
Dear Blog,
Week two of Boston living has come to a close this Sunday evening and so begins a third. My first week of work flew past me at rocket speed. I don't think my brain has worked this hard since first semester of my senior year in college, but you know what? I love it. It's hard to explain exactly what I do... So far, there is a great need for purchasing, which is a process I am very involved in. I fill out the forms that push invoices forward to be paid and I fill out the forms that request bigger purchases to be made. All these must be filled out with the proper codes and vendors and requestors etc. etc. and it all gets very convoluted and confusing. Nothing is intuitive but I feel that, even though it's been one short week, I've learned a lot and am starting to get the hang of at least some of the processes.
The people I work with are so supportive and fun, and help me without making me feel incompetent when I get caught up on something. I have my very own big desk with flowers on it, a framed picture of my late dog Tucker, my own phone, file cabinets, calculator, note pads, pens, pencils, blue electric pencil sharpener and an assorted box of teas I brought from home which keep me alert and toasty in the office's arctic temperatures. Also, it is SO cool to be behind the scenes. This friday a coworker called me into the hallway to witness some of the Chihuly display carted down the hallway, stopping all traffic with it's titanic trek down the long corridor. Vases, padded crates and excited whispers line the hallway right outside my office door. There is so much coming and going of work and news of events and gallery updates that there is never, EVER a dull moment at the museum.
If anyone thinks that a museum is a quiet, peaceful, run-of-the-mill place to work, they are greatly mistaken. We are on our toes at all moments to make sure this institution is a tight-ship, a well-oiled machine, a prize winning pie among other museum pies. I made that one up. What I get to do at the museum is analytical, critical, social, fast-paced and tedious. And I love it! It's such a thrill at the end of the day, such a feeling of accomplishment after the adrenaline rush dies down and I look at my desk and see that I made it. Things are as in-order as possible for the day, and everything, every file, every sticky note, every number is in it's place and pulled together, if just by a hair. I love feeling that, although the museum is an enormous system of people and roles, my little one made that much difference. I truly get the feeling that it does. And being able to contribute something, big or small to a place I so greatly admire gives me a great sense of pride. I feel so blessed, so lucky to have work, and especially work that I enjoy. Even making my lunch the night before is cause for a skip of happiness. I have a purple lunch bag! It's great! Gosh. A week ago, to be perfectly honest, I was so miserable and lonely and homesick and lost that I couldn't stop myself from crying in public. I hadn't felt so lost since my first weeks in Florence, Italy, making for the worst week I've had in two years. But you know, things are good now. When the sky is blue, the sky is blue and I am one happy, blue sky lady. I hope life's cloudless for you too.
Lots of love.
Em
P.S. I'm going to view an apartment in Somerville tomorrow with my future roommate, Elise. I'm so excited because we hit it off right away and she is the coolest, craziest, most fun girl and I think we're going to have a blast living together. I've got good feelings about this apartment, more updates soon!
Week two of Boston living has come to a close this Sunday evening and so begins a third. My first week of work flew past me at rocket speed. I don't think my brain has worked this hard since first semester of my senior year in college, but you know what? I love it. It's hard to explain exactly what I do... So far, there is a great need for purchasing, which is a process I am very involved in. I fill out the forms that push invoices forward to be paid and I fill out the forms that request bigger purchases to be made. All these must be filled out with the proper codes and vendors and requestors etc. etc. and it all gets very convoluted and confusing. Nothing is intuitive but I feel that, even though it's been one short week, I've learned a lot and am starting to get the hang of at least some of the processes.
The people I work with are so supportive and fun, and help me without making me feel incompetent when I get caught up on something. I have my very own big desk with flowers on it, a framed picture of my late dog Tucker, my own phone, file cabinets, calculator, note pads, pens, pencils, blue electric pencil sharpener and an assorted box of teas I brought from home which keep me alert and toasty in the office's arctic temperatures. Also, it is SO cool to be behind the scenes. This friday a coworker called me into the hallway to witness some of the Chihuly display carted down the hallway, stopping all traffic with it's titanic trek down the long corridor. Vases, padded crates and excited whispers line the hallway right outside my office door. There is so much coming and going of work and news of events and gallery updates that there is never, EVER a dull moment at the museum.
If anyone thinks that a museum is a quiet, peaceful, run-of-the-mill place to work, they are greatly mistaken. We are on our toes at all moments to make sure this institution is a tight-ship, a well-oiled machine, a prize winning pie among other museum pies. I made that one up. What I get to do at the museum is analytical, critical, social, fast-paced and tedious. And I love it! It's such a thrill at the end of the day, such a feeling of accomplishment after the adrenaline rush dies down and I look at my desk and see that I made it. Things are as in-order as possible for the day, and everything, every file, every sticky note, every number is in it's place and pulled together, if just by a hair. I love feeling that, although the museum is an enormous system of people and roles, my little one made that much difference. I truly get the feeling that it does. And being able to contribute something, big or small to a place I so greatly admire gives me a great sense of pride. I feel so blessed, so lucky to have work, and especially work that I enjoy. Even making my lunch the night before is cause for a skip of happiness. I have a purple lunch bag! It's great! Gosh. A week ago, to be perfectly honest, I was so miserable and lonely and homesick and lost that I couldn't stop myself from crying in public. I hadn't felt so lost since my first weeks in Florence, Italy, making for the worst week I've had in two years. But you know, things are good now. When the sky is blue, the sky is blue and I am one happy, blue sky lady. I hope life's cloudless for you too.
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| Miss you Bird! |
Lots of love.
Em
P.S. I'm going to view an apartment in Somerville tomorrow with my future roommate, Elise. I'm so excited because we hit it off right away and she is the coolest, craziest, most fun girl and I think we're going to have a blast living together. I've got good feelings about this apartment, more updates soon!
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