Jen

Yes, it's true, I work at the Gap.

I try not to admit it too much anymore. I'm 28, I have a Masters in Photography, a fairly serious job at an art gallery and I'm in a healthy relationship. And I work at the stinkin' Gap. Since moving back from California, through working at the gallery, assisting, David, the photographer I work with, and the Gap, I've managed to pay off some bills, get my life into semi-order and work myself into exhaustion. Work with David usually settles down this time of year, which is great, because I need some extra time to myself. I'm working all week for the gallery - if it isn't here at the gallery itself, I'm working from home designing the website, ads or announcement cards. I'm getting to the point where I don't really need the Gap anymore. I work only about 5 to 11 hours a week, usually on Monday (the gallery is closed) and one night during the week, and I just don't know how much longer I can take working there. However, when I see that extra amount of money pop up in my bank account, I can't imagine not having the job. It's a double edged sword.

The other day, a woman walked into the store, got really close to me, and said "Hi" in a way that made me feel dirty. Then she told me that she "Just washed some one's pants," and now she "wants them for herself." Those are the kinds of crazies I deal with every time I work there. If it isn't some woman returning a dress from 1998, or some guy with two tails braided from the back of his head following me around the store and asking me for a date, then it's just not a day at the Gap.

Until I'm rich, I'll have to deal with working there - even if it means I am one step closer to losing my sanity. At least the discount is good!

Yesterday the weather was incredible! I am so sad that it has started to get colder outside. BOO!

This weekend, if you are in the River North Area, my gallery, among others will be having an opening for our new show. Check out the listings to see what else is going on. Stop by for free wine and snacks!