Bringing Caper to work on this dreary, rainy Saturday morning in New York City.
This week has been wild and topsy turvy in its turns for me!
In one 5-day work week, I have had
- 2 successful interviews
- #1 – to work as a personal assistant in the household of a West Village family, managing their staff and affairs
- #2 – to help a tutoring company build its admissions consulting business
- Among 5 other interviews that have occurred in the less-than-a-month that I have been home!
It is ironic because before returning to New York City after nearly 3 months away working random gigs on the West Coast, I was nervous”Will I find a job when I get back? If you have been reading my blog, you know that I’ve had the opposite problem since I’ve returned – too much work!
I came home with the vision that I would work just enough to get by.
Living rent free there was not pressure to make more than a few hundred a week – $100/week for groceries and other expenses and the rest to stow away for travels. It made me a little nervous to make just enough to get by, buy I was enjoying long morning runs, afternoons in the office with my husband, and focusing on some of my treasured students.
Since then, I’ve been picked up nearly 10 admissions consulting students that I meet with weekly or biweekly, all the tutoring I could want, and honestly, when I’m not running around between dogs and interviews, or trying to get my fitness in during the morning, I am on the computer, glued to the screen pumping out a Kindergarten Curriculum Outline for IAA, writing articles and helping plan marketing for Synocate, researching schools or chatting with my admissions consulting students and their parents, or prepping to tutor + whatever other agendas I have up my sleeve.
Google “drowning in work.” It is funny how many versions people have made of this image, covering themselves in piles of paper
All of that while…
- moving between 3 different homes! Williamsburg duplex, the office, and then Chelsea duplex
- to plan a dinner with Sandy to cook at the home of one of my old tutoring clients, who we still love and keep in touch with, despite the tutoring being over
- to plan a schedule for our new work exchange guest to mix in with the other two work exchangers we are already hosting to ensure steady management of our Bnb in Jersey City
- to plan for my parent’s upcoming visit to us in NYC from 7/24-31. Luckily a room was still free at our Bnb. They arrive on the same day that Sandy and I arrive home from our 2.5 week Ecuador trip, so I want to be prepared for them to settle in that first day, while we do as well.
It’s all a little maddening.
So despite it being the weekend, Sandy and I are here at the office working.
Sandy is an absolute babe of a husband and in this shot is working on scanning very old film footage from the 1940-50s that my step grandmother had on hand. His office recently purchased a very expensive scanner, which they use to scan all sorts of film footage into digital footage. My grandfather’s last birthday picnic is being held at his home in Pennsylvania June 3rd, and Sandy is hoping he can have the film scanning completed on about 20 rolls of film by this date. He can then show about an hour of footage that displays my step grandmother as she grew up from a tiny tike to a teenager, with all of her family around her.
I’ve seen about 10 minutes of it, and it is stunning to be able to see video of my grandmother when she was 4, then 6, then 8. It fills my heart with joy, and I am so lucky to have a husband who is generous enough to take so much of his time to work on this project. It takes days and days to prepare the film and then to scan it at as high quality a version as you can.
The office is empty, minus one editor who wanders in and out taking an absurd amount of coffee out of the automatic Starbucks machine here. I love when it is empty cause I can look as scrubby as I want without fearing judgement. This is especially important today when I woke up at 5:30a with an ambition to make it into the office to have a peaceful, but productive work day.
I woke up, took Caper out on the roof deck and let her do her business, before giving her her medication and breakfast. After that, Sandy woke up, and we walked the mere 2 blocks to the office, with Caper in hand, as she does not like to walk until she is a block away from the office.
Weary and scrubby, but at peace.
Caper really really loves Sandy and follows him around the office whenever she is here. You can tell where Sandy is by listening for the tinkle of the metal tags on her collar. You know he is on the move when you hear these ringing. Sometimes she hangs with me because she likes the spontaneous bursts of me shouting her name and petting her every 10-15 minutes, whenever I stop to look down.
I’ll end this post with a little of the groove I’m peacefully slipping in and out of on this rainy day. Thank you NPR All Songs Considered for making me aware of gems like this: