now i'm trying to find my way back home
I have to work today, for the Pope exhibit opening. And every day until January 26.
Last week was mostly getting ready for the Pope exhibit (A Blessing to One Another). Wednesday, I was creating signage non-stop, both for the event and the exhibit itself. Signage isn't a horrible task, but I was over it by the end of the day. Thursday I was bossed around by everyone and their brother, stood for four hours through a very boring docent training, and was then called a baby by the Pope exhibit representative at a lunch we walked three blocks for. Friday I was closing artifact cases behind Erin and the Pope artifact manager all day, and only really handled a few artifacts, which I am a little resentful about. Thankfully, one of them was a Zyklon B canister, which, because I am very sick, was really thrilling. My feet are still aching.
Tomorrow I am deinstalling Pieces for Peace PFP 2007), and then scrambling for the rest of the week to get all the artifacts selected, moved, and encapsulated to be installed in the cases we're creating out of our replica camp bunks in the core exhibit.
Encapsulation is a pain in my ass and takes forever: it involves sandwiching the artifact between two pieces of mylar and folding the mylar over matte-board. Mylar does not fold. At all.
And while we're at it, we're going to replace artifacts in the Taking a Stand section (which discusses hidden children, Shanghai, Kindertransport, Danish rescue, et cetera) and rotate the Torah (huge ordeal, but necessary because of light exposure).
And then the labels. Labels take forever and a day because of laying them out, the stupid over-size printer and its determination to ruin my day, and then the even stupider matte board cutter that will not cut straight for me no matter how desperately I plead.
Saturday, I *should* go in to work to help plan out the remainder of the core exhibit refresh. Since Erin has put most of it on my shoulders already, I might as well have a say in it. Sunday is Helen Fagin's NCF Library dedication, and although it's not officially work, I still am going as a representative of the Museum.
And then I have the entire week after that.
And then I have a week of vacation.
And the day I was supposed to return to work, February 4, I was called for Jury Duty. Sweet irony.
And when I return, whenever that is, I have Anne Frank Humanitarian Awards to steal the soul I hopefully replenished over vacation.
I am a little frustrated that I have not yet been dubbed (I think it's a promotion, but I won't get a raise) registrar in some way. I have been putting as much effort into the permanent collection as I can, and even raised $4000 for it, which is a big deal because it got cut from the budget completely. Erin alluded to said promotion more than once in last year's review, which was 6 months ago.
I just feel like I "need" it to be reassured that my work is appreciated, recognized, and important to the Museum. I need something to "break" for the good. Something that makes me feel like I'm moving forward. And am not just stuck.
Mostly, I need to feel important.
Last week was mostly getting ready for the Pope exhibit (A Blessing to One Another). Wednesday, I was creating signage non-stop, both for the event and the exhibit itself. Signage isn't a horrible task, but I was over it by the end of the day. Thursday I was bossed around by everyone and their brother, stood for four hours through a very boring docent training, and was then called a baby by the Pope exhibit representative at a lunch we walked three blocks for. Friday I was closing artifact cases behind Erin and the Pope artifact manager all day, and only really handled a few artifacts, which I am a little resentful about. Thankfully, one of them was a Zyklon B canister, which, because I am very sick, was really thrilling. My feet are still aching.
Tomorrow I am deinstalling Pieces for Peace PFP 2007), and then scrambling for the rest of the week to get all the artifacts selected, moved, and encapsulated to be installed in the cases we're creating out of our replica camp bunks in the core exhibit.
Encapsulation is a pain in my ass and takes forever: it involves sandwiching the artifact between two pieces of mylar and folding the mylar over matte-board. Mylar does not fold. At all.
And while we're at it, we're going to replace artifacts in the Taking a Stand section (which discusses hidden children, Shanghai, Kindertransport, Danish rescue, et cetera) and rotate the Torah (huge ordeal, but necessary because of light exposure).
And then the labels. Labels take forever and a day because of laying them out, the stupid over-size printer and its determination to ruin my day, and then the even stupider matte board cutter that will not cut straight for me no matter how desperately I plead.
Saturday, I *should* go in to work to help plan out the remainder of the core exhibit refresh. Since Erin has put most of it on my shoulders already, I might as well have a say in it. Sunday is Helen Fagin's NCF Library dedication, and although it's not officially work, I still am going as a representative of the Museum.
And then I have the entire week after that.
And then I have a week of vacation.
And the day I was supposed to return to work, February 4, I was called for Jury Duty. Sweet irony.
And when I return, whenever that is, I have Anne Frank Humanitarian Awards to steal the soul I hopefully replenished over vacation.
I am a little frustrated that I have not yet been dubbed (I think it's a promotion, but I won't get a raise) registrar in some way. I have been putting as much effort into the permanent collection as I can, and even raised $4000 for it, which is a big deal because it got cut from the budget completely. Erin alluded to said promotion more than once in last year's review, which was 6 months ago.
I just feel like I "need" it to be reassured that my work is appreciated, recognized, and important to the Museum. I need something to "break" for the good. Something that makes me feel like I'm moving forward. And am not just stuck.
Mostly, I need to feel important.