Allow me to update everyone on our new life here in NYC and my new job!
view from under the Brooklyn Bridge
I kept looking, I had one interview with an NPR-type organization that could've been interesting but they had terrible reviews on Glassdoor from previous employees. Also the pay was equally terrible. I had an in-person interview with a photography center and they all but offered me the job, but then they said they were "restructuring the department" at the last minute. Whatever. I decided to look more broadly at the arts and take an interview as the Executive Assistant to a woman who owned her own art consulting firm, thinking I could be exposed to the for-profit side and learn a lot from her. That was a nightmare.
Brrrr. It's cold up here.
Basically I worked for her out of her Park Avenue home office (and that apartment was ah-mazing) as a "tryout" for two days without getting paid. In that time, I took her heirloom jewelry to get fixed in the Diamond District, I called to change the seat on her flight to Istanbul so she'd have more legroom, I ordered her weekly grocery delivery, I phoned her nutritionist about oil-free cooking spray (it doesn't exist, but you try telling that to a crazy Manhattan rich lady), I had her NY Times subscription delivered to her Miami residence, I filed away her paper statements for Botox treatments, I ordered her car service for the evening, and I gave my opinion on 2 leather outfits she considered wearing to a kinky Halloween party. Let's just say I knew it wasn't going to work out between us.
I honestly imagine it could have been a great learning experience for me if I had been able to deal with all of that. But I just knew I didn't have the personality to be able to thrive in her company. Plus, part of me wanted to have co-workers and a "normal" office environment. She offered me the job but I politely declined. I felt the job description had been a bit misleading, and I didn't want to be a personal assistant to an entitled Manhattanite. Especially not for what she wanted to pay me, with no benefits, might I add.
Being silly with some work folks
Finally I got an interview at AIGA, which is the professional association for design. I'd heard of them before, having worked with graphic designers and web designers at previous jobs. AIGA is the trade organization for all kinds of designers-- essentially they put on conferences, workshops, and events for the purposes of professional development. I got the job and I knew right away I had made the right decision in turning down the other position. I would have autonomy in this position, coordinating event details, managing design competitions, and providing membership support. I enjoy my coworkers, I love the office environment, and our building is dangerously close to Eataly (an Italian grocery store that started in Turin). Our office is moving down to a new space in the Financial District in February so I am enjoying my location while it lasts!
Salted Caramel Gelato from EATALY.
In an email response to a cherished friend/former coworker who asked how I felt about not working in a museum, I wrote "When I think about it, yeah, I'd like to be working in a museum, but I also want to feel like a part of a team, I want to feel support and encouragement, I want to be contributing in a positive way, I want to learn, and I want to be given autonomy. I get to check those boxes at my current job."
Our office Holiday card photo!
I started the job in mid-November, then it was Thanksgiving and my mom was here visiting, and then poof! it was Christmas, and now here we are. Somehow it really did seem to happen that quickly. Thanksgiving and Christmas were lovely, we went to Jon's mom's house in Connecticut for both holidays and interestingly we got snow for Turkey Day but not X-mas. It was great to be surrounded by family, and especially great to have my mom up here for Thanksgiving. The conversation over the holidays naturally turned to the wedding. Specifically, the "oh shit, the wedding is in 3 months!" conversation.
Connecticut on Thanksgiving Day
Jon and I have been knocking things off our list like a couple of pros, but it hasn't been easy. It takes discipline and diplomacy to deal with wedding planning. It's stressful. (Let me take this moment to thank everyone that has made it easier on us by helping with all the wedding planning: Jon and I love you guys and we certainly couldn't do it alone.) Our "crunch time" for the wedding just happens to coincide with us adjusting to a new city, new way of life, both of our new jobs, and having find a decent apartment in this city and move out of our current sublet very soon. We are thankful for our family and friends lending a hand to make all of this happen.
Christmas in Connecticut
This weekend, Jon and I sat down to write our vows together. (One of the many things left on our to-do list that we didn't want to leave for the last minute.) As we were pondering just how to express what we want from/for our marriage and each other, I got to thinking about the contract for marriage and the contract for employment.
I considered again what I wanted from a job, and what I liked about my current job. I want to feel like part of a team, to feel support and encouragement, to learn, to maintain independence and creativity, to thrive in a positive environment with positive people, to do good and have fun doing it-- these were all things I wanted from/for my marriage too. I realized, in a way, Jon and I were declaring our own set of roles and responsibilities. We were writing our new job descriptions.
Brunch with my boo
The year 2015, for us, marks a period of change, adjustment, and newness. This year, I'm going to have a brand new role: wife, partner, spouse, (even an aunt!). I've never done this job before; I might not always be great at it, but Jon has seen my qualifications and he believes in me enough to put me on his team. Likewise, I've selected him (out of all the applicants!) for my team. We will learn and grow together. It will be both of our jobs to listen, to support, to encourage, to share, to delegate, to contribute, etc. Marriage is work, after all, and there is an expectation that we will hold each other accountable for what we have outlined and agreed upon together.
That metaphor hasn't completely been worked out, but I think you guys know where I'm going with it. I have always prided myself on my ability to adapt, to find ways to adjust and move forward. I am ready for this new phase of life and I can't wait to celebrate with friends and family in a few short months!
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