In some ways, working at a museum is like working anywhere else. The server is sometimes slow, the new database quirky, free food brings everyone out to the reception desk, and parking can be tough some days.
And in some ways, working at a museum is totally different. For instance, I can take a 5 minute break and run downstairs to stare at a Georgia O'Keefe painting if I feel like it. I get to peek into rooms and see the exhibits going up.
Plus, the art by the copy machine beats the heck out of that at any other office I've worked: an enormous Impressionist oil painting of rocking chairs, complete with fancy gold frame.
Unable to get a decent photo of it (light streaming through the window left it dark and sickly yellow) I had a little fun photo editing.
In my head, the copier station now looks like this:
Disco pink photocopying! Get your glitter on, and I'll see you by the rocking chairs.
In other news, I acquired a bag full of golf tees from a museum fundraiser that I'm trying to turn into an art project. So far, no substantial progress. Suggestions welcome.
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