Waiting Game

When I turned over the page in my beautiful Nikki McClure woodcut calendar to November, I didn't realize how accurately this month's verb and image would describe how I've been feeling. I am in a lull, waiting to hear if I'll get a job, trying to make something of every day despite feeling pretty low about the whole affair. It has been a long and sorry wait. Some places that I've interviewed decided to postpone their search due to the economy. One place said it was because "Mercury is in retrograde." One place said my skills were too similar to those of their existing employees, and that leaves only one job that might still come through. I've had three interviews with them, but the last one was a few weeks ago. I'm not hopeful. I think I'll be re-starting my search from the ground up, and that means I won't have a new job until January, if I'm lucky. It is really disheartening.

A wise person advised me to make sure every day is "structured and stimulating," so that I don't get too down and waste away in our apartment. So, I'm trying to get my consulting work taken care of early in the day and try to do at least one invigorating New York thing in the late afternoon/evening. Yesterday, I went to my first Gallery Talk at MoMA and loved it. The docent was fantastic, describing selections from their Contemporary collection. They have free Gallery Talks every day at 11:00 and 1:30, so that is a good option for me. I might go back tomorrow.

We're also getting excited for Jeremy's Open Studio Night tomorrow. Once a semester, Pratt opens all the studios to the public and (hopefully) people from the art world in NYC scout through them for new talent, and friends and family are also welcome.

We also had a nice visit with Jeremy's Aunt Pat and Uncle Tim, who took us to a Moroccan place near Times Square. So much light! Obviously some people are making money in this town -- I just need to figure out where I fit in...