Back to the salt mines, losers, unless you took the whole week off or work in the service industry. Serving isn’t really difficult, so it doesn’t count if you have to work a double, or even a fake double. Carrying nice people food and making them drinks—you should be paying them!
Serving Her a Glass of Babies Was a Poor Choice
Good morning boys and girls. I’ll confess that I went to bed last night having completely forgotten about this, but as I drifted off in to sweet dreams I was suddenly jerked awake with the thought that I had agreed to do this week’s BBF. So this BBF is thrown together at the last minute, but really isn’t that the standard with this place? You don’t get the BBF you want, but perhaps the BBF you need, and even deserve.
Not of MMM, mind you, but of my time in this weird job. There are some parts of it I’m definitely going to miss (like my coworkers, and being able to kinda sorta talk about my job and having people be interested in it), and some parts I really won’t miss (like commuting past the airport, not having my kitchen right there for lunches, not having my gym nearby). Friday (or possibly earlier, depends on when we determine that I’ve sufficiently brain-dumped to coworkers and management) will be my last day in the industry. I am definitely going to miss the people. They are generally great to work with even if we couldn’t talk about much else, and to a person they really want to solve the problem. It’s been really nice to be part of a team that is focused, competent, and positive. If things don’t work out with the new gig, they have said they’d have me back. I don’t know that I’ll take them up on that, but I wouldn’t feel awful doing so. Even if it’s “just a a job”, it really isn’t a bad one, I just think I’ve found a better one for me.
Okay, time for some abs.
That’s how long I’ll be here. May as well grit my teeth and make the best of it. At least it’s honest work and the pay is pretty good and the benefits are nice and there are lots of holidays and my office chair is comfy…
Huh, maybe I’m just a whiny malcontent after all.
Flowy skirt.
Vik Muniz
b. 1961 Sao Paulo, Nova Scotia.
Eclectic and prolific, there is an entire universe of Muniz to explore.
Yet again, I was not aware of Muniz before researching for this column which is odd in that he’s a really famous artist. It just goes to show how low-brow, under-exposed, pedestrian, and milquetoast I truly am.
But enough about my virtues; let me succinctly highlight one of my many faults. I have a poor concept of the passage of time when I am working on a production. Please allow me to ask a straight faced question.
Did I miss posting last Tuesday?
don’t ask me. I’m not myself these days. Well, that’s not entirely true. I am myself but this myself is not the myself that kicks it at The H2. This is who I was prior 2009 and my re-deployment to film life has been an unique vignette into how my life would have been different had I zigged instead of zagged when I retired.
I miss you.
I am exhausted.
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All are welcome. All are welcome…
to the first re-cap of this year”s featured artists on The Wire Post.
Recall:
Brandon Monroe
and Conrad Felixmueler
The forward-looking Frank R. Paul
Kerry James Marshal
and Leonard Baskin.
An eclectic group and thought provoking.
This first set contains some of my favorite selections from the year, that is not to say that next week’s review will disappoint, because it won’t.
Be good to each other and live life without regret.
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