You may have been aware (from my near constant whining) that I was putting together a gigantic project at work: a week-long lecture and panel discussion symposium leading up to a giant exhibition and artist and fancy people-filled opening reception. This project — I was told after I was five weeks of 10-hour days into it — has been organized in the past by the person in my position and a part time assistant hired for the project. OH THANK YOU. After most of the work has been done and everything has been set into motion, I’m told that I should have hired some help.
Anyhow… lots of work, lots of stress and long days, and I left in the middle for a week-long vacation to St. Martin which was incredibly difficult but so completely necessary. I have been dreading and looking forward to the opening for so long and this past Friday it happened. Oh boy did it happen. Record-breaking crowds, many happy faces, and it all went off without a hitch. I worked from 8:30am to 10:30 pm on Friday and by the time I got home my feet were so sore, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to walk ever again. I was able to take a couple of days off to rest and recuperate, and I’m wondering what will fill my every waking second of thought now that the opening is over. What did I do before this exhibition came into my life? What was it like to actually have a lunch break? I don’t remember, but I look forward to trying it out again.