This week has been full of work days which has been both physically exhausting and mentally uplifting.
Been burnt out with games and lethargy for these past months in quarantine. The times i wasn’t dealing with The ensuing/ongoing depression and grief related sh** i suffer from, i dealt with physical ailments, like sleep deprivation from an allergic reaction.
It’s been a nice change of pace. Hell, its been nice in general to be back handling and learning about the art and visual culture of my hometown; to talk and laugh with coworkers that i haven’t seen in a while; and to feel like i am being helpful, wanted, productive, purposeful.... happy.
I dont miss being sweaty and dealing with this particular brand of brown tape that likes to stick to itself above all else (exhibit preparators will know my pain).
But that’s mundane compared to the pros of it all.
In the midst of all this chaos both internally and externally, i want to recall the good i’ve been able to experience this past week.
Im very grateful for my kind and awesome boss. To teach me everything i know about exhibition preparation, install and deinstall. Even more so, i’m grateful for how much he values my help.
Though the work im currently getting is still only on an emergency basis/unstable due to Covid, he talked about how much he wants to give me more hours, more opportunities to work, And a more stable flow of income for my efforts.
Even offered to give me some outside museum opportunities with him, which i gladly accepted.
He also gave me a delicious bottle of hot sauce the other day, guaranteeing it wasn’t one of those gimmicky ones all about heat, but no good flavor. It’s called Mule Sauce made in Amsterdam, NY for those interested.
I decided to get tacos to try it out and i gotta say... i’m almost done with the bottle he gave me... 🤣❤️ So dayum good. Sweet and tangy Flavors with an initial powerful heat but doesn’t leave the tongue dying after, which is surprising cus it has habanero in it.
Drooling as i recall about it.
Point is... i’ve been grateful. In the midst of... well everything that’s happened to/around me.
That’s progress. It must be.