Tom was a young man who, like me, took the job of operator
to temporarily pay his living expenses so he could continue his schooling.
He really wasn’t invested in the job. He didn’t like the job
(none of us did, actually.) He wasn’t particularly interested in keeping it.
In the building where we worked there were two offices. One
was 24/7. The one where Tom and I worked closed at 11:30 PM.
That meant at precisely 11:30 PM the people whose shift
ended at 11:30 PM would walk out the front door and go home. But those whose
shifts continued would walk next door, through a different door, to the 24/7
office and finish their shift there. Once next door the supervisor would do a
head count to make sure everyone was there.
The funny thing was, on the nights Tom worked, they were always
one person short. They would count heads again and check to see how many people
they should have…..and it was always one person short!
They would scratch their heads and mumble among themselves
and try and figure out why the count didn’t add up. But it never occurred to
them to check the schedule to see WHO was missing!
Granted, there were several hundred people who worked in the
office but……those of us who worked the night shifts were usually the same. As were the supervisors. What I’m saying is
one another. You’d think after a while they would have caught on…….
But in all the time he worked there they never figured it out!
They never caught him.
Rocket scientists they weren’t!!!
Which could explain why it took them so long to figure out
the bookkeepers were embezzling…..but that’s whole ‘nother story…….
I have no idea why I’m so obsessed with this! I was
determined to learn how to text wrap in Word. I did that. Now I’m obsessed with
turning some of my stories into a zine. I’m sure no one will be interested in
buying it, or even reading it for that matter. But I can’t stop playing with
In these first days of the New Year I find myself reflecting
on where I want to take my art.
Problem is I have NO FREAKIN’ IDEA!
Do I want to really knuckle down and take a course on how to
market myself? Do I want to spend more time on the computer, do the hard work
and push my way into your mailbox?
Do I want to look for commissions?
Do I want to take more courses and join more groups?
Do I want to make more journals?
Or would I rather just draw?
I find myself flattered when asked for more of my art to
sell at the galleries. On the other hand I find myself resentful of these
requests. They take away time from what I WANT to do….whatever THAT is!
Ungrateful of me, I know!
I wonder if I really want to ‘be famous’ (you know what I
mean…….. a name that is recognizable in the ever expanding ‘art world’ we’ve
built here in cyberspace.)
The demands would increase and I wonder if it would be as
fulfilling as I think it would be.
Or would I just become more resentful?
Could I teach classes? Either online or in person? What do I
know that anyone would want to learn from me that they couldn’t just find on
YouTube? (and then there’s the technical learning curve…..yikes!)
Would I be pigeonholed? Expected to always do the same things?
Would it bring me joy?
I watch some of the artists I admire. Authors, illustrators
and art makers.
They go to conferences, teach art retreats, mingle and put
themselves out there.