Tuesday, January 27, 2004
I have sort of accepted a job helping out in an office, and I am wondering what the fuck I have gotten myself into. I detest boring busy work, and I fear I am going to have that shit aplenty dumped in my lap for the scant hours I will be working. I will only be working two afternoons a week as a relief for the full-timer at the office, and it will be a challenge to keep the bullshit at arm's length. You WILL be hearing about it, no doubt. Work starts at 1pm tomorrow. I dread it, but I need furniture for my work studio and for organizing the apartment. I'm the classic creative type who loves disarray--sometimes when things are a jumble I see unexpected combinations of elements that are brilliant, and that is vital to keeping my creations fresh, in my opinion. On the other hand, I have never in my life had adequate storage for all clothing, shoes, etc, and the clutter of this apartment is actually beginning to wear on me. Wish me luck.