My past pattern of dealing with exciting possibilities in the past has been as follows:
- Hear of possible Exciting Thing that may or may not come to fruition.
- Get very excited.
- Daydream about all the possible ways it could go awesomely and all the awesome outcomes that could come from each possibility
- Become so full of pent up energy surrounding Exciting Thing that I tell everyone about it.
- Bask in well wishing and happiness which only feeds the Excitement Monster in my guts.
- Have all excitement, daydreams, happiness, sparkles &etc. mercilessly crushed when Exciting Thing fails to fructify.
- Face well-wishers as pile of ash and shame swimming in a puddle of embarrassment.
- Vow never to repeat steps 1 through 8.
- Repeat steps 1 through 8.
(For example, see: Wonder Room job.)
So, when I was asked what I thought about being paid for some of the time spent working with Artful Adventures, I said YESPLS!, jumped through the required hoops, then tried to keep it pretty mum, especially to those outside immediate family/friends. Even after filling out the ‘New Hire Packet’ I felt a bit unsure. I kept waiting for a call from the Museum Powers That Be:
“Banana not you, cause YOU don’t have a job here SUCKA!”
“…*Excitement Monster death coil *…”
But no! It’s real. Only a few hours a week paid, but it’s for real. Clocked in today with no alarms going off, no team of people laughing at my presumption- just “Lynch/IN”.
All of which is to say- hey! Do you like the Art? The Midwest? Social Awkwardness? And Art Museum Adventures?? Then this is the site for you. More stories of hilarity and horror to come
Also, even more fantastic- Now that I’m on the payroll, and in the building more often, I’ve found myself getting pulled into more things, both paid and volunteer. Today, for example, I got to look at art and write poetry with first graders (who, when used to working with preschoolers, are madcrazy focused.). In a few weeks I get (paid?!) to do the same with middle schoolers. I feel like a kid who’s snuck into backstage at Disney world, been mistaken for a fully functioning adult and given a low-paying job dusting the Haunted Mansion. Sure, it might not be very much, and it might not always be fun-
…But it’s the Haunted fucking Mansion.