It's All Work, Work, Work

it has been a very busy week of work and class and london!

it seems as though my internship is going to be a really chaotic but wonderful experience. the office i work for tends to run full steam towards disorganization, and what usually happens is that there is some sort of "oh shit!" moment where one of my bosses realizes that there is something (exhibit evaluations, providing an aide, picking up a bajillion boxes of event fliers from the basement labyrinth) that needs to be done that has somehow been forgotten about, and that makes up the crux of my job. for the past two days, i have stood in the corner of this tiny exhibit trying to be discreet, and tracked the way people looked at and interacted with the Sami culture (indigenous peoples of upper Scandinavia, for those of you not in the know) as incredibly loud tribal drum music beats down upon me from the speakers directly overhead. i then must try to coerce people into answering questions about their experience in the exhibit. what really happens, however, is that people start to ask me questions about the Sami and their culture, or whether or not we have dinosaurs in the museum (no), or where the nearest tube stop is. but it's all very interesting and i like the vibe of working for a museum. my favorite part, however, might be that in getting into the museum i have to flash my pass, swipe my pass, and then enter a code, so that makes me feel very important and a little like a spy.