this is the day
A monthly recap, fancy that. I unintentionally ended up with a 10 song playlist for this month, a habit I’ve been trying to build. The songs speak to the temptation to flee, feeling like I’m losing my mind, rising above it, and getting down. This month I’ve been stretched thin, but feel like I’m tackling stress and obligation like a champ. This is a time of intense transition, as my co-star would put it. Delicately monitoring my professional situation while making sure all the plates keep spinning. This leaves me reflecting, what is my best capacity in the workplace? How long can I go without recognition? Are there places out there dying for an employee like me? I romanticize workplaces the way some dream of lovers.
That being said, I am back to having three jobs, and juggling them in that special way only I can. My full time position is asking me to fill some pretty big shoes with little-to-no big shoe privileges, such as mutual respect or financial compensation. This is my living testament to doing a good job for love of a job well done.
The second job is a consolation contract job, which might help me add a few rungs to the professional ladder into the sky I’m building. A close friend I really respect creatively mentioned once that the real key to making art is to get good at producing and managing the events and spaces where art is actually shared. This stuck with me, a master coordinator never given the permission to create my own work.
Third job is hosting at a hip pizza shop in the neighborhood. Cash money and free wine. Need I say more?