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So far I have interviewed/am interviewing for the following positions: art school office manager, writing camp project coordinator, ISP administrative assistant, real estate agent assistant, eye wear sales and marketing person, environmental consulting agency executive assistant, financial consultant, and luxury hotel design firm office manager. Is there any rhyme or reason to that list? No, not really. Has it all been very interesting? Oh, yes. My, my. What a big city full of terrible things to do! No, actually, I liked the ISP and am hoping that they call me after our pleasant 2 1/2 hour interview.
Stupidly, I accepted a part time job the day before at a "wearable art" gallery, ie. psychotic jewelry and pointy clothing items, up the street because I felt I wasn't getting alot of interviews, and the gallery was desperate to have me. As is always the case, I then got a flood of interview calls and am now trying to balance the two. The gallery is terrible- the owner is on an ego-trip, totally disorganized and somehow micro-managing at the same time. I could stay and fix her business for her and get her organized and stuff, but there's nothing in it for me, other than its location, which is within stumbling range.
I am waiting until the girl I was hired to replace has her last day on Tuesday and then I will break the news and ruin this woman's social calendar for several weeks as she tries to find a replacement replacement. The girl who is leaving is cool as hell, though obviously emotionally exhausted from her 8 month stint as this woman's gallery slave. Now she is running away to work in fashion design, which she wil be brilliant at. I think the only reason I ended up in that place was to make her aquaintance. That seems to happen to me alot. When I moved to SF, I took a job in an art gallery for two weeks and met my friend Tammara, who I am still in touch with. We move in circles and those circles move, no?
What else? Sam is coming home from Munich tonight, it has been awfully lonely without him and I cannot wait. In two weeks, he will go back. Then onto Moscow the following month, perhaps? He is a very fancy travellin' man. Perhaps I can accompany him on one of these jaunts eventually. I'm hoping for the spring, though. Freezing temperatures + foreign city + husband stuck in steely office all day = not much fun.
Even in Southern California, which is not exactly cold, I am hoping for the spring to somehow come early. Moving in winter, as mild as winter is here, has somehow made me feel like my soul has been trekking through a chilly Siberian expanse. I long for golden rays of sun and naps on the sand. Barbeques and sunsets and drinks with umbrellas! Liquid sunshine! Sweaters be damned!
Ah, maybe I'll just have a mimosa...