Well, I've been back in the good city of Buffalo for a few weeks now, starting my summer vacation off right by sleeping for 14 hours a day and watching The Simpsons on DVD over and over again.
Press kits have been going out left and right and I've been preparing for my upcoming book signing at the Book Corner in Niagara Falls. More information on that will follow soon, in the meantime, I'm going to complain about something. And that something is the fact that I've become an office drone.
I have an internship at Buffalo Spree Magazine twice a week and while I like the people and the publication itself, I just can't stand being in an office environment. I can't sit still. Do I have ADD? Probably. But come on, people. This is me you're talking about here. My zestful exuberance for life can't be contained in an office cubicle! I need out! When I told my father this, he laughed at me and asked me what I planned on doing with my life if I didn't plan on working in an office. After ruling out rock star (I can't sing and I don't care much for drugs), construction worker (I don't want to mess up my manicure), and park ranger (I don't care about the environment), I'm not left with many options. Maybe I'll grow into it, otherwise, I'm thinking of going down the path of starving artist. What do you think?
Speaking of starving artists, Ani Difranco certainly isn't one of them, as she's paying me to work at her record label (Righteous Babe Records, to be exact). I was hired under the guise of re-doing the website. Ani's website, the label's website, and the Righteous Babe store. I spent my first day sending out press kits for advance promotion of her new CD which is slated to release in early August. But you know what? I like it. I had a lot of fun with the people there, and I like the environment- officey, but not too officey. Edgy, but soft. And I'm sure I'll eventually end up working on the websites.
So, to sum it up, I've been busy. I can't even get to the gym until nearly 7pm, which is a big departure from my usual 10am routine where I'd go in and chat with Medicare's very own Silver Sneakers crowd. My car has become my home, the once immaculate back seat covered with water bottles, fast food wrappers, and various changes of clothes and shoes. But it's good, I suppose. Work- it's what's for summer.
Labels: Office Drone