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[Jul. 18th, 2005|11:39 pm] |
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Man, it felt so good to be back at MoMA once more - as a volunteer, in a working capacity.
Saturday was my training day for Satellite Information Assistant. This was the position I was reassigned to after the Membership Department decided to make the Desk Assistant position a paid position.
My new role at MoMA is much easier than what I had previously - as a Satellite Information Assistant, you are posted in one of three locations (the lobby and two upper floors) to act as general information portals for museum patrons - questions ranging from "Where is the Bathroom" to "Do you have a work by ?" In addition to having a desk to sit at (only when I am working on the upper floors), I also get a half-hour break. :-D
One of the more interesting (and common) questions we get at MoMA is "Where is the second floor down escalator?" The answer: We don't have one!! Because of the layout of the building and its proximity to Museum Tower (residential apartments), no escalator going down to the first floor could be constructed. Thus, we have to direct people to the stairs or to the elevators.
(By the way, any of you New Yawkers know what that parade going up Sixth Avenue on Saturday was??? I saw it on my break and it looked a lot of fun.....)
Ran into a few people I used to work with at the Membership Desk - my former supervisor Whitney, my fellow volunteers Beatriz and Gawana (I hope neither one of them read this seeing as I probably just butchered their names!!!), and my uber-adorable gay pal Jeff, who didn't see me and didn't say hello. No matter. He's still my uber-adorable gay MoMA friend. :)
Sunday, Mom and I went to the Country Folk Art craft show, also known as My Mother's Personal Furniture Dealer. This time, we were in search of a garbage can holder due to an unfortunate accident in which Mom did a headbutt into the old one. (Don't even ask. I wasn't there to witness it.)
However, I did indulge in something large for myself, which is not common for me at these craft shows (I normally stick to small things like baskets and fake flowers and the occasional food item):
Like it?? I don't know if it is clear from the picture, but it is a wooden medicine chest with one of my other homegirls - Lucille Ball - on the front. It took a little gentle pressuring from Mom, but I coughed up the $40 for it.
And I am glad I did. Because I had another place to put tolietries, I was able to free up other space in my room and make it look more organized.
However, hanging Lucy up required some redecorating on my walls. And I am not the handiest person with tools. I can do some basic things, but remember that I am a wee bit of a klutz.
Handywoman Of the Year I am not.
A few black and blue marks and a couple of lost nails later, we're sufficiently redecorated. At least until I get another "Need to Change My Surroundings" Fit.
This weekend? Philadelphia. With good friends - one from college, and more that I am just meeting for the first time. It will be a good weekend....in more ways than I can really describe here. At least for now. |
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