Actual sentence said to me by my boss today. Who favours the all denim look, and wears an Indiana Jones hat.
Dude, I just drove 6 days to get here. I ain’t turning around.
Although there were a few times today I did think about running for the door. Basically the job description I applied and interviewed for is not exactly what I’ll be doing.
Hired for an Assistant Curator. Shall be Curator.
B I G difference.
The museums archives and artifacts are a complete mess. Imagine the room in your house that is usually piled with crap you don’t let anyone see. Times that by 100 and add objects you can’t lift, and you kind of get an idea of my new enemy.
Plus side, the staff are great, and I’ll get to spend a lot of my time around old cameras and typewriters. Oh and tomorrow I get to meet the press. Being interviewed by the newspaper and radio. Ah…gotta love a small town, eh.
Have you ever taken a job where you bit off more than you could chew?