I’m at a strange point in my job: past the two-year mark in employment; past the one-year mark in actually running the darn site. And still feeling pretty new. But maybe not new enough; this week I have had two very different experiences.
One is that I went to a beauty event – and I am starting to get used to saying that, which is practically a whole blog – not just a post – in itself. The event was for Major Product Line; you would recognize it. It’s all about nails and so it was a manicure and a pedicure. (My second professional manicure and my first professional pedicure, actually. Why yes, I am a beauty minimalist.)
I forgot to shave my legs, which was sad, and also I picked pink as a colour, which is a summer colour and not a winter one. In other words, I am still the geek girl at the table. But I didn’t actually mind all that much.
So as a part of the event we got makeup cases – I mean the big square boxes. And I was dragging mine along in Yorkville when two girls came up to me and asked me if I was a stylist at the film festival. Why yes, I’m about to do Oprah’s nails! Ha. Anyways, that is seriously the first (and last, I’m betting) time anyone has mistaken me for a celebrity’s stylist.
Tomorrow I will in fact be at the film festival interviewing.
The other thing is more sobering. I actually got to the point I generally get to at jobs; the one where I walk where angels fear to tread. In this case it involves a talk with a VP. I really don’t want to be fired, but I also find that when I really care about something, and someone claims to want input, I take them up on it. I think I have to accept that at 38 years old, this is me.
I would have done better under a tenure system. What shocks me is not so much that I find myself doing this — this is, after all, me, and me involves a certain formerly gifted child(tm) need to see justice prevail — but that I’m doing it NOW. I think in a way this is all part of my recovery from whatever malaise or depression or physical ailment has characterized the last year. I have the energy and creativity to be rocking the boat.
Although seriously? Dumb time to do this in media.
It might mean no more free manicures! And err, poverty.
