No, not professional shopping while drinking chocolate milkshakes without gaining an ounce.
I'm applying to work as an assistant cataloguer/junior expert in a paintings department, though the first job, if it existed, wouldn't be too bad...and I bet I'd be a natural.
So, I guess I'll update on these developments as they're all quite important, though I'm tempted to just write about how obsessed I am with French/Italian style of the 1960's. I actually forced my hairdresser to backcomb my hair yesterday before my interview. The poor man lives for poker straight hair and I told him to envision Brigitte Bardot. I cannot express the pained look on his face, you'd think I'd clipped hot tongs on his earlobes.
Though, that being said, when I flipped my hair back and shook it all out, that pained look went away and he said that if I'd agree to come in again, he'll style my hair for free if I let him practice getting volume into hair. (Yes, please!)
Ok, ok, I'll stop before I go into my questions such as, 'Does anyone understand the meaning of La Dolce Vita?' and 'Why don't men look like Alain Delon anymore?'
A-hem, I digress.
Now, as per what's been going on - I'll leave the internship where it stands. I've applied, interviewed (yesterday) and got the position.
Hopefully this one will work out.
Unlike the last one.
*grumble grumble murmur something potentially devastating to my career if heard or published online grumble grumble*
So, most things are pretty straightforward, more applications for jobs/work experiences after this course is over are all on the horizon. And finally, and I mean, finally I feel like I can give a straightforward answer as to what my dissertation is about rather than: 'Yea, uh, Raeburn. And, um, stuff - Scottish stuff. It's very fluid at the moment...'
I won't bore with the details as it's pretty narrow focus...
So, the most interesting story is why does Posh London Furniture Dealership (PLFD) want a copy of my dissertation - on a Scottish painter, for their files?
Well, on a lovely Wednesday afternoon, I happened to be near Bond Street, and remembered Cocker Spaniel was interning at PLFD that day and decided I should stop by and say hello. Cocker Spaniel's aunt was there visiting as well and it was so nice to see her, especially as her visit meant that we got to take a little tour of the shop. As we were about to go to the staircase, I looked at the painting hanging above someone's desk.
'Hmm, oh! It is a Raeburn. Go figure.'
'Do you know anything about Raeburn?'
And then I mighta geeked-out for a a few minutes and even explained exactly why their painting dated to when it did and Raeburn's typical background painting motifs.
'Wow, um, we just had the Raeburn expert in a few days ago - um, if it's no trouble, could we have a copy of dissertation when it's done? Here's my card. But, only if it's no trouble.'
'No trouble at all. Happy to do it.'
I glanced at the card and thought: Certainly not a problem Mr. Associate Director of PLFD - I'll send it over as soon as it's bound!!
Cocker Spaniel and I high-fived as soon as we were away from his desk. Gotta admit, with Cocker Spaniel and Afghan Hound so on the ball with their dissertations and internships, I often feel like I'm playing catch up, it was nice to bring something to the table of accomplishment at last. There is a certain mystique to being the comic relief for the group, but sometimes I like to show my academic muscle exists.
So, now, onwards and upwards I guess. Well, literally - off to the North on Monday morning...Edinburgh beckons. Hello Raeburns, archives, National Library of Scotland, Fringe Festival and Lion Tamer!!
A mixture of festival, friendship, and fan-fucking-tastic art.
Oh and research in the library and archives...like a grown up. *sigh*
I wish I could research and have a chocolate milkshake in the library. *narrows eyes* someday library - someday.
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