No Touch Monkey!

I just got back from working my Company's big convention this weekend and when all is said and done, I got off easy. I was scheduled to work Tuesday-Sunday, because I'm salary, but my hourly apprentice wanted to put the time in and make some extra cash. As it was I was totally unable to get out of working the big show, 12hrs on Fri, 12 on Sat.

I had pledged vocally to my boss that I was going to arrive then blend into the crowd and vanish like a ninja, I so didn't want to work, but when I got there, I was given probably the easiest task around. Floater: i.e. Stand somewhere and point people to their assigned seating 1.5 hours before the morning session, 1.5 hour before the afternoon session. Pretty much just paid hanging around.

Many of my fellow coworkers who work in the call center are very young, and as a result, don't have a lot of character in their faces. So if I stood around with them, invariably I would attract more questions and conventioneers than they. This was no problem because I really enjoy helping people.

As a result I ended up being some sort of, for want of a better word, a floor boss and I began directing other seaters and sign carriers around, eventually getting a key to the "sign room" by the real Floor Bosses and being a sign repair dude, calling shots.

It was odd, but pleasant. I'm not used to just falling into responsibility, but I noticed that all of my coworkers began doing things for me if I sounded like I knew what I was doing!

Let it be known that the convention is a vehicle to hype up the troops to go out and sell, sell, sell. The centerpiece of the big show was a 139' Statue of Liberty, only 20 feet shorter than the real deal, limited by the roof of the Dome.

Different Realities

It was clear from the outset that the world I inhabit and the one the conventioneers, speakers and owners inhabit are the same stage showing different plays.

I'm going to dance the fine line here. The Multi-Level Marketing mentality is not for me. Nor is the Inspirational, Sales and Success lifestyle. It's a worldview that kind of creeps me out, even if it pays my salary. The people I've met have been very nice, and they appear sincere in their desire to achieve their success through helping other people get what they want out of life, but I instinctively turn away from people who first praise God for their success, "Nobody can take away what God has given me and this company." or "Choose Faith instead of Fear". This January, the man founder and figurehead is going to start a mentoring program to produce, "10,000" millionares". Me, I'll be working to make the product website much friendlier and easier to use. I just have neither the faith nor the drive to "fire my boss," and "Not analyze it but just go out [and sell] day in and day out, because I was "born to live a life of excellence." Sorry. I'll be more than happy to work behind the scenes and help you do it, it's just not my bag.

So, I spent most of the time sitting on plastic box in the back of the room with another woman, drawing people and things.. Every time either of us would find a chair we would end up giving it to a handicapped guest, and back to the Good Ole Blue Box we went.



Occasionally I would be called upon to push someone in a wheel chair or ask someone to stop recording video, but it was very stress free.

Before the last session yesterday, a woman told me she had seen both guy selling bootleg t-shirts and someone else pushing a competing business. I told her I was "just a pion" but I would go and alert one of the floor bosses immediately. She lightly smacked me in head: "Haven't listened to a word this weekend? You are valued. You HAVE value."

Me: "Um, no. I've been drawing all weekend." I show her my sketchbook. "But it's just a figure of speech. I don't really think I'm a pion. I have the key to the sign room. But I will take care of it right away." And so I did. Take that bootleg t-shirt huckster! I narced you out.



Later during that last session, one for the speakers was a former pro-football player, and he spoke in sports metaphor as well as actually giving some sort of play by play description of when he was playing The Greenbay Packers in the the 70's. I took that time to nap, temporarily away from blue box.

Another amusing anecdote from Friday: During the the opening session, a bald eagle was supposed to fly down to the stage and land on the bird wrangler's hand. But the bird got lost in the dark and hung out in the rafters for a while until they were able to talk her down.

Here is a picture of me with the eagle. Let it be said that I am not unpatriotic. I now have both a flag and an eagle to prove it.



At the time of the photo I am thinking: "Don'tpeckmyeyes,Don'tpeckmyeyes,Don'tpeckmyeyes, Yay America!

Labels: The Cap'n, work

I left my webcam on Thursday while working so Alessandra could watch me. These are the faces she captured while I did my thing. Note the confusion.



Jet laggy asynchronous thoughts:

The fear of being with my boss who I don't know that well on a trip was fairly large, but by the end realized he's pretty cool. A total work-aholic but very nice. He has big plans which appeal to me and make me really want to put effort into helping him achieve his goals.

My boss sailed through customs. For some reason someone didn't initially believe I was there on business. I was sent to another office to be asked, "Have you ever been in any trouble? Have you ever had any DUIs?"

"Nope I've been in recovery for 15 years."

The woman smiled: "Bill and Doctor Bob and Bill help you out?"

"Yep."

"You can go, have a nice visit."

I think it's because this post gets a lot of hits from Saudi Arabia, Iran and other parts of the Middle East.

I had to be up at 3:45am to get dressed and get to the airport. By the time we got to Montreal we were both picking up our second wind, just in time for our first meeting. Brainsssssss.

This meeting didn't really concern me, I wanted to follow along to give the appearance of paying attention, but after 20 minutes I was surfing and looking for good user interfaces inspiration and more code books to download.

For those who don't French is the preferred language of Montreal, all signage is subtitled with English, and everyone switches over without complaint. By the end of my trip my inner monologue had acquired a French accent.

It's nice being the client. Two very nice meals out, reasonably priced extravagance.

The guy I worked with on Thursday is of a similar nature to myself. When we finished he was surfing a Fantasy Satire Fan Fic site and later a French Canadian sex blog. Either the culture is much more at ease with it's sexuality or he figured since I couldn't speak French, I couldn't read it. However, clitoris is spelled the same in both languages.

Women in Montreal are far more beautiful than Midwestern women. Our best looking Midwestern women would be considered average in Montreal. Plus they have a more exotic look and are very, very stylish even when being casual. We won't get into the issue of weight...ok we will. Americans are fat and dumpy, Quebecois are not.

Apparently prostitution is legal in Montreal.

I did my best to be polite to everyone, everywhere. And my boss said we may go back this Summer.

Labels: work

Now with 50% less space, but 100% more window. Is it a "cube", a "cubby", a "cubelette"? What?

That little stand to the left is where I put my personal laptop with a 17" screen.

Let's try to find a name for my tiny little space.

Labels: work

Now that I've got a couple of pens, post it notes, a highlighter and a black swingline, I've been given a To Do List. Essentially I'm rebuilding an entire site...by myself.



Sure it looks scary, but I'm looking forward to the challenge, the experience and a major portfolio piece.

Click the image for a modest photoset.

Labels: work

How odd to be working full-time for a "Corporation". Sure I've gone in "Business Casual" for a few days here and there, but full-time? I had to buy some new clothes: 4 shirts and two pants. I hope everyone likes brown because they are all variations (excepting the black shirt). So with the clothes I have now that means I have all of 7 or 8 shirts to wear, half of those short sleeved. Perhaps no one will notice that I wear the same outfits every week but switch up the days. One shouldn't blow all the new income on fancy threads if I'm gonna be piloting a cube.

Cubes. Yep, there are lots of them. Small ones with tiny in rows, all of them with monitors visible to all passers by. Luckily for me I don't plan on goofing around (because soon as I'm broken in...think avalanche). So I will be able to maximize my productivity because...most websites are blocked!

This is a potential problem because I often need to access message boards for information and help, but all message boards are blocked, are all chat applications. So for the first time in 8 years I am cut off from the friendly presence of my wife. This is the only thing that bugs me. We don't constantly chat all day, but it's nice to know she's there.

So that's the deal for now. I have a feeling that soon I'm going to be tossed into the deep end of the pool, so I've got to be on the ball.

Labels: work

Today I was offered a job as Web Developer for a web travel company. I was recruited by Kelly IT who found me on Monster.com. Oddly enough, this is the first time I've ever heard of anyone actually getting a job through Monster. This company wanted me because I am a Graphic Generalist and know a little bit of everything with the capacity to go deeper if needed.

I will be a department of 1 working in conjunction with a dept. of 3 in who work for another branch of the office, directly under the CEO and 2 VPs.

I'm certain I will be doing these things: Formatting documents to work on the web, creating websites within certain design parameters using CSS, photo-retouching, text editing and correction on the website, creating Flash animations.

Things I will most likely be doing later on: learning some scripting code for web and Flash, editing video/audio, creating e-learning modules so the sales reps can train on-line.

Right now there is a huge backlog of work to be done, and they want me to be the guy to do it. I suspect the work will be challenging enough to keep me interested at pay level I would call, "Getting there," but still more than I've made previously. It's not an issue. I do, however, have to dress business casual, i.e. no T-shirts (blank or otherwise), no shorts or jeans. So I did a little shopping today, I refuse to wear collared "golf shirts" (have BAD associations with those, and look doofy in them), so I'm gonna snazz it up a bit, and wear button downs.

I really don't want to make a big deal about it, because I'm going to go in, sit down, make nice and do the job in front me to the best of my ability.

Thanks for the warm wishes and support.

Labels: personal, work

I'm Freelancing this week and for a Medium Largish Advertising Company. Everyone seems very nice, though many of them are under the impression I'm the new hire.

For the first time ever, I am in an office with a window, and air conditioning unit and dual monitors. Unknownst to anyone but myself and one other, I have brought my screwdriver in and removed a sliding keyboard unit stopping me from getting comfortable. Not to self: Two can keep a secret only if one of them is dead. The chair sucks and the monitor is too high.

The coffee machine really stands out. It's a Starbucks automachine. It's very cool. You select the size you want, if you want beans from the left, right or both bins then it grinds your beans and makes you a fresh hot cup of coffee. In fact it's supercool. The only problem is that it's Starbucks. Both the House Blend and the Vienna Roast taste just like you would get in the store...like burned rubber. I had to scrape my tongue and brush my teeth after drinking it.

That's really the point of the post. Office with a window, nice people, shitty coffee, cool machine.

Labels: Nothing to see here folks-move along, work

The Deadline for the catalogs is almost here. So far we've layed out each book at least 3 times and we are working hard today on redoing a 200+ page catalog. Wheeeee!

On the positive side, I will be paid hansomely for it, and they provided massages yesterday as well as lunch and dinner.

I spend yesterday evening reading Potter and I can't help but notice what a shitty wizard Harry is and how much Deus ex machina appears in this last books.

I mean, I know J.K. is writting for kids, but that doesn't excuse sloppy writing or the fact that nearly every aspect of Harry's success comes from events and people that conspire to help him.

Labels: Media, work

My coworkers have about 30 days in here on the big project with maybe one or two days off.

In the past 5 minutes the guy to my right sneezes, the woman to my left sneezes, the guy that sits 15 feet behind me coughs and the woman in front of him on the other side of the cube coughs a deep raspy one.

My project manager, in another office, is congested.

The guy on my right has been sick for a few days and is constantly coughing and snorting his phlegm.

I use the hand sanititizer every time I get up, but it's a tough battle when the stuff is airborne.

My throat is itchy, and I have a sinus headache, but I don't feel too bad.

I do feel bad for everyone else though. Really, the client is treating them like crap with outrageous deadlines.

All this hacking and wheezing is grossing me out.

Labels: work

Sorry for the constant posts about work. When you're under employed for 9 months, your focus tends to shift quite a bit.

By the time you read this I'll have 7 straight days in the office, with the strong possibility of going 14 maybe 21. I know for certain I'll be putting in a full 8 on July 4. These guys are under a tight deadline and they've already been going for 14 days themselves. One might say they are slightly stressed. There is lots of open grumbling about having to knock out 4 boat line catalogs plus collateral material in a month.

Me, I'm happy that I'm actually being paid to be somewhere on a weekend instead of having the expectation that I'm going to be there because the client demands it.

Graphic Artists totally get the hose, again and again. It's the pay off for getting to wear shorts, and flip flops to the office. And it's not like they're working on high concept design. That's a rarity. In most cases it's least common denominator, disposable crap. Which is sad, because there are a lot of good ideas out there.

That said, I'm feeling good about the job I'm doing, and the feedback has been positive. It's low-level nitpicky stuff, like dropping in copy and formatting it, image hunting and copy corrections, but I'm totally on target and working smart.

I was scheduled to call Xplane on Friday and find out if I made it to the next round of the application process. After 2.5 weeks of nail biting and hoping, I didn't learn anything new because I never got through to HR. She wasn't at her desk when I called and she didn't return my message. Who knows what was going on behind the scenes, she could have been totally swamped. The downside is that the position I'm applying for has been pulled from their website. In my wild dreams it's because they're holding it for me. If not, I'm still very interested in entering the dialog of Visual Thinking and will pursue my own avenues of exploration on that topic.

Anyway it's late, I gotta snooze because I have to be at the office at 9. The cool part is, they spring for lunch.

Labels: work

So I think I found a place that I'd like to work. It's a company called XPLANE. It appears have the qualities I'm looking for in a company, including a mental component that really appeals to me. I used my extra time in the past week digging through one of their .pdf work samples, relearning Flash and rearranging dozens of free-floating vector objects to create an animation that I hope I get to show someone at the company. I had a phone interview a couple of weeks ago. I'll find out next Friday if I made it to the next round where I may get the opportunity, and if I don't make it, I'll send it in to HR as a last ditch effort to get the gig.

The Better Flash Movie (click image)



The lower resolution, but sharable YouTube

Labels: The Cap'n, work, Worth your time

I got a call this morning from a former coworker. She had a line on a temp gig that paid some much needed big bucks. So I spoke to the Creative Director and it was a go for Monday. 3 weeks, 3 grand minimum (pre-tax), with lots of opportunity for extra hours.

After an unreturned called to the Project Manager, when I tried again she told me that they would need me and that they had bad experience with temps. YOINK!

I told her that it seems like many agencies are having temps come in for a few days to see if they work out, and that I could come in to "audition" and then they could tell me with no harm done...she said she'd get back to me.

5:50pm she calls, "Can you come in tomorrow or Sunday?" Unfortunately I'm going out of town this weekend so I can't, can you call me Monday?

"Maybe if they don't get the work done."

So there we are.

Tomorrow I'll post the project I've been working on in my spare time for the past few weeks. Hopefull another kind of audition.

Labels: work

Sorry for lack of quality posts. It's been a busy week. 3 job interviews and 2 days working across town at a chemical company producing bottle and package lables in a digial mill. The people were nice and my eye was good, but the work is mindcrushingly dull and piles up quickly in large stacks. I may have a regular temp gig there.

They also had a Flavia machine there which really flipped my lid. The coffee wasn't as good as my favorite local joint, or the stuff I make at home, but it's damn better than Starfuck's and/or regular office coffee. So lets just say, for a change, office coffee didn't 't suck. Also the Creative Teams office DJ had a stellar playlist (until he played Fergie and Nelly as a joke). Too bad the work is very mentally draining. Oh well, it still pays.

I'm going to work this weekend on a Flash movie for the dream gig animating their work, so if/when they call me in a few weeks, I'll have something cool to show why they should hire me.

Labels: work

Whoosh! On Friday I made contact with a company I'd really like to work for. It would be a job that stimulates me, allows greater creativity and gives me the opportunity to expand both my skill set and conceptual thinking.

I scheduled a meeting today for 4pm and spent a few hours yesterday boning up on the company and it's lingo, and most of the day today putting together my career story and mind map.

The phone call was about 30-40 minutes, and I hope it went well. Now I'm totally wound up and mildly apprehensive. I won't know if I made it to the next level for nearly 3 weeks when I do my follow up.

Sure it's a job worth waiting for, but it's going to be a loooooong wait.

Labels: work

After being told repeatedly by my placement agency that "everyone thinks you are doing a great job" and "everybody really likes you" at the place I'm working; today I received news that the client was terminating my all too brief temporary production gig at their company.

Apparently I made some comments which they said didn't jibe with their idea of a full time employee and they felt I didn't belong there.

What were these comments? When asked, the placement representative said that I referred to the Color Correction guy as "competition." and another comment was made about my disappointment that hours were being taken away from me and given to the said Color Correction guy.

Yes, that's it. The only thing I apparently said. That's what told them I was not T_ material. Despite the fact this guy was in fact working on my jobs while I was asked not to come in, and mentioning it was grounds for dismissal.

I can clearly see that this was a result of relaxing my guard around some people. I mentioned in my April 23 post "it's almost like they are treating me like a regular, but I can't forget I'm the temp because if that happens, you can bet something is going to turn around and bite me on the ass." I did and look what happened.

All I can think of is the only woman I told my concerns to (as well as telling her how much I hoped I could be brought in full time), is the same woman who totally bagged on the place, told me that I didn't want to work there and said she was looking for another job because she hated being there. She's the only one I had this discussion with.

But I don't know. I'm not a fucking watchmaker, I can't see the mechanism that works behind the dial and I can't read anything into it, nor make any judgement calls because I really don't know who fingered me.

All I know is I'm totally reeling about today. I was on super-good behavior too! I was stepping up and taking responsibility for going above the duty of a standard temp, smiling to everyone, bringing in music to the mp3 archive, donating props to photo shoots, helping the Intern. I was hoping to go full time and now I'm back on the couch with a phone in my hand.

I sent them a their parking passes back with a nice thank you letter, and it is sincere. I'm totally baffled. This really fucking sucks.

Labels: Aww Man, Holy Shit, personal, work, WTF

So I'm freelancing for this place, and everyone is pretty nice, I'm invited back this week and so things are going smooth.

No other shoe dropping or anything like that, just kind of a weird thing...

Today a new intern started, a high school senior who wants to learn about working at design firm and all, but today there is really nothing for her to do because the network is down, and everyone is too busy to deal with her. So they ask me if I can tell her about production and computery things.

Sure, it's really no problem. I'm more than happy to help out someone and point them in the right direction. She has a scholarship to Savannah College of Art and Design and knows InDesign, but there's much she doesn't know.

I just thought it oddly pleasing that they asked me to do it. I mean I'm the temp, it's not my place to babysit the n00b, but it's still no big deal for me to do so...it's almost like they are treating me like a regular, but I can't forget I'm the temp because if that happens, you can bet something is going to turn around and bite me on the ass.

Labels: work

A great weekend full of hanging out practicing guitar, watching tv (30 Rock catch-up), reading and playing games with friends.

I am working this week at the same place I worked last week. Most of what I did today was color correction on a bunch of photos of scientists and engineers for the client. One guy I worked on was the spitting image of Professor Hubert Farnsworth from Futurama.



I had to remove a ton of face dandruff as well as a weird facial rash and red blemishes.

No hot bikini chicks on the list unfortunately.

Labels: work

Whoosh! I make the jump, and it's a good day: I am focused, ready and busy deftly resizing ads, color correcting images, recreating copy blocks and solving problems presented. I am thanked and complimented on my eye and my speed, by the folks who seem pretty nice. I eat lunch with several of them, and am please they are not standoffish towards the Temp.

I am one of two up for the job, and tomorrow my competitor gets his day, he has a financial advance over me in that he their freelance guy, and I'm the placement agency guy, so if they go with me, it will cost them more. Had they only answered my email a week sooner they would have known me before calling the agency, but as it is, since the agency got my foot in the door they get the find.

I heard that the guy who replaced me at my last job, came from the place I want to go. He is unhappy in my old position, and wants to come back but they won't take him because he doesn't have the skills. At first I was pleased with Schafenfreude, but then I realized that most of the people in the creative end of the Biz are quite nice, and while it paid ok, I wouldn't wish my old job on anyone. They claim, "There's no 'jerk' in team." and neglect the fact that the technically the owner is not ON the team that he owns by definition. But that's just being bitter. Can I fault the Sucker who replaced me at the Sucker job? No.

And while I was busy, it was a "day flying by" kind of busy. I've been bored silly for the last 6 months if not longer, so I could really use some more of those days, especially if they pay well.

Labels: personal, Stuff, work

I have a job audition today. Having passed the interview, but not quite sticking the landing, I am granted one day on the job to see how I work and if I fit. This is a temp->long term->permanent gig if I pass. While I am vehemently opposed to the concept of work, this past month has kind of sucked not bringing in my half of the rent while running up the credit card. Sooooo, cross your flippers.

Labels: meatspace, work

After the event.

Today is Wed. I've been officially unemployed for 3 days. I'm networking, making calls, sending out resumes and going on interviews. It's very difficult for me to ask people for things (like a job0 and it's a slow process, so any job related thing I can do in a day I consider a victory.

I got out of the non-profit just in time. Our population is one of "troubled youth", "youth at risk", etc. So when a kid gets in trouble at his facility and starts throwing stories, someone (State, County, Courts) is going to shut you down while they investigate. It's been two weeks without programming, and while it looks like we (I still consider myself a part of it) will be exonerated because we have the paperwork our paper work in order, it's still a hairy time there.

Other stuff is going on, but I'm thrilled beyond words Daylight Savings Time is here, and today was gorgeous and smelled Springy.

Labels: meatspace, work

I'm watching my boss try to burn a data DVD on his new laptop. I can't believe how difficult Microsoft has made a simple process. It been over 20 minutes and Microsoft Media Center simply will not let him do it. It will only let him burn music, movies or photos. No data files. What a joke.

Not to totally be snobby, but on my Mac, all I do is insert a blank disc, drag the info into the icon and hit eject which burns it for me.

I can't think of a company that is more unfriendly to the end user than MS. It's openly hostile.

Anyway. I've given my notice here because the new driver is starting tonight (but I'm still driving a different gig, and I won't be home until 10:30), and my company is in the process of looking for a new Administrative Assistant. Larry is going to keep me here for the next 3 weeks to look for a job and generally hang out. He's also going to spring for some career counseling. It was such a nice gesture that when it was offered my heart exploded, but out of habit I stuffed it closed. I'm used to doing the nice thing for people, it comes as a surprise when people turn and do nice things for me (other than wife and family), I almost don't know how to accept it.

Anyway, the ole pavement pounding has started, phone calls are being made, interviews are being arranged and so on. I hope I can find something soon, because the only think I hate more than work, is looking for work itself.

(40 minutes in Larry has still not burned the DVD. He's not dumb, its just that Windows is evil)

Labels: meatspace, work

It's the end of my long ass work week of driving, driving, driving kids around for the non-profit arts program I work for and I'm pooped. I've been keeping a list of positive things that happen daily since December to keep from sinking into a huge funk. Many days my list looks like this:

Good Coffee

Didn't die.

Exercised

Practiced Guitar

Shaved.

Somebody said it was the little things in life. that someone needs to be smacked.

Anyway...I think it may have been Monday or Tuesday when I thought, "Man, my positive for today is that I am not these kids, nor their families."

My apprentice in the program, was released from his juvenile detention facility, and that's pretty much going to be that. I'm never going to see him again because now he doesn't want to get together. Most of us mentors are used as a form of entertainment while they are in "kiddie jail", and once they're out, they don't want to come back...which is sad because A) While we are partnered with the county, we are not offically the County. We just come in and do our thing for them, and we are perfectly happy meeting with the kids on the outside, but we are tainted by association. B) These kids get dumped back into the same environment that caused them to act out and end up back in the juvenile court system.

So as I drive around and I see the places the kids come from, and how they act around each other, for just one day I'm glad I'm not them.

Then again, I came from middle class, acted out, recklessly fired guns in Suburbia, drove drunk and comitted a couple minor acts of petty vandalism...I just never got caught. Imagine the dynamics of delinquent kids at a facility/school with other delinquent kids. The staff there is extrememly jaded.

Driving on Wed I had to pull over and talk to some kids who were arguing. I split them up and shut them up with the Cold Voice of Authority, and on later reflection decided to write up an incident report. See, they were threatening to shoot each other even though they were living in separate facilities. Less than 3 minutes of my time from hearing "Hollow Point" to ""I will NOT put up with this, this progam will NOT put up with this...you don't have to apologize but you WILL be Nice, and you will be Good or there will be Problems." and my Program Director has to go and meet with each boy and their staff. We have to take all threats of violence seriously. So that will be worked out soon. On the plus side, for the safety of everyone on the van, I have to be able to hear what they are saying to each other, so that means a greatly reduced radio volume, AND next week we are going to have ride along van mentors from the St. Louis Shakespeare Company to engage the kids in theater. They have experience with our population, so I hope this goes well.

Meh...I lost steam here. Between the end of the paragraph and here I brushed my teeth, and got ready for bed. Tomorrow is a big day. Alessandra has cleaned all the sofa cushion covers with treatments from Planet Urine, our new cushions have arrived, and the rest has been steam cleaned, so its only a matter of time before the Vortex once again grabs our asses.

Labels: meatspace, work

On Tuesdays I don't have to go to work until noon because I work until 8-8:30.

Have you ever stepped up to do somthing nice for someone without any hesitation, help lift their burden for a few minutes, felt good about it, then only later said, "I fucking agreed to do what?" That's how I ended up driving an additional 5.5 hours last night putting in the first of 3 12 hour days this week. The only part that made is bearable is that I didn't have to listen to too much Hip Hop and reserved the right to change the station when there was an annoying song.

I'm increasingly coming to believe that I don't belong where I am currently working. There are 4 of us in an office and I let myself believe that I would be given near equal partnership and a voice in the organization, but the reality is I am an Administrative Assistant with 3 bosses who give contradictory instructions, will not let me incorporate my ideas into the program (money making coffee table book / t-shirts), I'm not allowed to interact with the kids during the workshops, I don't get to talk to the artists. It's just not the environment I hoped it would be.

Since I don't like driving my extra income is being lost so...I need to rethink my options in order to keep up my end of the bills here.

More as it develops.

Labels: meatspace, personal, work