Yay! A Job!

So over the weekend I got an offer to begin work at an ultra sweet artists workshop/trust in Dumbo (a fave nabe of mine). Their mission of funding residencies of international creative and pairing them with philanthropists is also noble cause I could really see myself getting into. Which should make the work all the more easy.

Not to mention the office! Très warehouse chic! Tall windows, 15-foot ceilings, gleaming plank wood floors. I could really see myself staying here a very long time.

The interview had been interesting to say the least. Starting with the fact I gotten off at a stop about a mile and a half away than had to haul it in about half an hour in dress shoes. Only to see correct stop—much to me chagrin—literally at the corner of the block of my building. I quickly threw myself in an already packed elevator filled of finely dressed women who despite varying hair color, heights, and weights all looked very much the same.

I eavesdropped as they discussed a recent trip to L-train Brooklyn for the BETA shows, which they described almost as if far away land. I wondered who they wanted to be before they became affluent Upper East Side housewives. The doors open and we all moved towards the same direction. These fine ladies are apparently my future clients. Studio after studio they critically examined the visiting artists’ work before hob-knobbing with a very proper English woman, and I made my way for an interview with my very cool new boss.

Anywho, I start this Monday. And I’m just all kinds of jazzed! Wish me luck!

“Oh, there’s lot of opportunities if you know when to take them. You know? There’s a lot of opportunities, if there aren’t you make them.” –Pet Shop Boys “Opportunities”

first things first

Hey all! So I’ve decided to start a blog, and like most things I’m sure despite my best efforts to write daily I probably wont. Hence the clever title: daily mostly.

Here’s a little something ‘bout me. I’m a recent Purchase College grad where I majored in economics to only find it to be utter bullsh*t. So here I am. Twenty-two and trying to turn that around by getting in touch with my old loves (art/photography/media) while avoiding old pitfalls (sh*tty relationships/friends) in the big city of new york where such dreams supposedly come true.

Will he make it? Or will he become a subway moleman? Stay tuned.