So! Working is fun.
I’ve been doing a shade lot of it lately, what with finishing off temping commitments and starting my new position. The temping was a receptionist gig at a wines and spirits company (rhymes with Zemy Grointreau!) and it was fun to answer the phone in a phone-ily sincere “Good Morning/Afternoon, Zemy Grointreau USA!” and press buzzers and wear headsets and drink free tea all day. But a girl needs a little bite to her workday, you know?
Which brings us to the permanent gig. I went to two interviews for an Alexander Technique studio, meeting with a handful of board members, for their part-time Office Manager. It worked! They offered me the job at a decent salary and decent hours, and I spent all day Monday working with the woman I’ll be replacing. The job is definitely demanding. In a great way. There’s a myriad of responsibilities that fall under my (capable!) domain. Accounting, organizing, archiving, ad hoc press work, light website and editing work.
I’m more than prepared for the steep learning curve. I’m looking forward to working with conscious, artistic people in a gorgeous space. I’m also looking forward – seriously looking forward – to being efficient and productive three days a week and introspective and creative on my writing days, the other two. The knowledge that I’ll have a steady job that I’m well-suited for, and that I get to leave all the work behind me when I leave for the day, is a comfort.
It’s balancing all the anxieties about that steep learning curve. I need to go from idiote-savant in QuickBooks to pro, and soon! But I get to wear jeans, try some sessions in the Technique from teacher-trainees, and work in Union Square.
Which brings us to one of the best unintended perks of the job: farmers’ market and Whole Foods baguettes as the panacea to our new neighborhood’s dearth of the stuff. Ohhhh yes.
Unrelatedly, it’s my birthday next Friday! And don’t think I haven’t been plumping up my wishlists, either, material girl that I am. Things might not be coming up roses because c’mon, that many roses would be cloying, but they might certainly be coming up lilacs.

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