So the museum I'm interning at has an upcoming permanent exhibit opening this Fall called Your Incredible Body. To prepare for this momentous occasion, I am directed to write an article for the newsletter on the subject, which I naturally know nothing about really. Anyway, it prompted me to leave this gem of a voicemail with the Director of Exhibits:
"Hey there, it's Meg from marketing. I'm trying to pin down this article and sort of realized that I didn't really know what the exhibit was going to look like. I was just curious about who it's sort of directed at, what kind of activities there will be, etc. If you can just call me back, I'd love to get a feel for Your Incredible Body."
*pause*
Sigh.
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Wes Davis told me I had to read your blog so I read it. and now I'm posting a comment. I hope you're happy. And a few other things:
1. I would like it if you could post more on sports and or guitar solos.
2. I like funny videos. You need more of those.
3. What exactly are cashmere lounge pants?
4. Does Wes cheat in class?
5. Also, have you fixed Wes up with any ladies recently? You should find him a sweet young lady. One that can karate chop wood boards while wearing high heels. What the hell, get me one of them gals while you're at it.
OMG, I have not read your blog in forever and that makes me a horrible human being, I know, but YAY interning at a museum!!! Is it something you'd like to do long term? I vote yes so you can blog about the deliciously yet unintentionally salacious voicemails you leave your superiors ;). It's amazing how many exhibits are thinly veiled sex... or how it doesn't take much of a dirty mind to take them that way. Um, maybe it's just me, actually...
Moving on, I'm moving back to NYC!!! Whee!!! And I'd probably have more of a chance to visit you from there... cuz while I intend to volunteer and make no money while figuring out whether to get a museum studies or library science masters, everything just works out so much more smoothly there than it does here, for some reason (Um, maybe it's just me, again). Oh, and we cat-sitted a whole bunch and now I'm sure we're not getting a cat. Though we might get a PUPPY!!!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeee!!!
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