Job

So, I'm terrible at updating.

After 6.5 months without a job, I finally got one. I am the education coordinator for a historic house museum now, and I'm currently finishing my 4th week of work. And let me just tell you... it's been intense (I've already racked up more than 2 days flex time). I've had some really great experiences so far, and some experiences that if I/we learn from them, that's about the only positive thing that could come from the situation. The director is new too (started a whole 5 days before me), and we get along really well (which is likely the best thing EVER). We've already made some big changes to the site and have plans for MAJOR changes to hopefully happen soon (I say hopefully so that I might have an office that doesn't double as the storage closet in the near future- windows might be nice too). The other great news is that the board has faith in us both, and is letting us make these changes. It's nice when they walk in and tell us how happy they are that they made the decision they did to hire us both.

Another great thing about this job is all the help I've been able to get from contacts at other museums in the area. Everything from getting rid of exhibit cases, to help with dealing with drama on Facebook, to offering to help with our gift shop- it's been great. Nice to know that the museum community in the area is so open to sharing information & helping out.

One thing that has me confused though is that one board member has mentioned several times to me how nice and professional I look. What were they expecting me to wear? Sweats or old jeans? Plus, dressing professionally makes me look closer to my actual age (which is always a plus). Of course, on the one Saturday that I've already been called in to work (last minute, therefore didn't have the willpower to find really professional clothing), I was told that I look like I'm old enough to be one woman's 11-year-old granddaughter. Boy was she shocked to hear that I'm old enough to have a master's degree. And just today, I was asked by a 30-something city worker how old I am. Granted, he didn't tell me how old he thought I was, but instead told me that 25 is young. This seems like the biggest win so far, as far as being asked how old I am... no other comments were made!

In other jobs news, I'm about to start training one intern next Tuesday, our current intern (who I just realized was an intern last week) leaves us in 2 weeks, and another person has sent me an email requesting an internship. It's so crazy, since I was just the one interning... and now I'm the one training/ mentoring? Weird.