I used to work for a tango dancer who ran an arts education business. We had two desks in somebody else's office, and I was her secretary, graphic designer, market researcher, PR, and acting partner when we met other companies. I was all of eighteen years old, and had to make important business suggestions for her like where we should hold her event, who we should ask to collaborate with us, and such.
I would walk behind her as we met important people and worry for her that her pasties and tango dresses were not the best impression-giving clothes she could have worn. At work I was alternating between returning her tango clothes, mailing hundreds of schools, cutting up newspapers for our landlord, defrosting her fridge, tidying her desk, and designing five different mailers at any one time.
It was a mixture of being nervous, embarrassed for us, and too hurried and busy to think about things too much. I'm remembering my tango dancer boss because I have that same feeling now. Studying jap, drawing for my self-promotion kit, rushing out sound design, thinking about my book cover that needs end paper, subconsciously thinking about my undone website--all things I only half-believe in because they're all half-baked and altogether ridiculously thrown together.
Like pasties and tango dresses at business meetings.
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