I thought Friday was going to be a day to coast since the start of a new production cycle gave me four weeks to complete my projects. I had planned to bang out the easy no-brainer projects so I could start the weekend stress free. Unfortunately, that plan went to hell after an early morning conference call. Major changes were needed to a new product offer that was launching globally in a week. The product, from the previous production cycle, had been locked down waiting for the launch. The code had to be rewritten, tested, regression tested and user tested in a day. It was balls to walls all day. So much for an easy, breezy Friday.
I closed the laptop at three and headed to gym. I had a great workout. It felt good the rid my body of the stress of the day. After the gym, I whipped up a protein shake and finished off some chicken lo mein leftover from Thursday night’s dinner with Fritz. I fed the cat, showered, shaved, dressed and headed to the art museum. I thought the museum’s final Friday program was dud so did a walking tour of the Golden Triangle gallery openings after watching an urban fashion show in the plaza outside of the museum.
The four-inch heel crowd was out in force arriving in their luxury cars with handsome men in tow. The Golden Triangle galleries are higher end so they attract a more affluent clientele as opposed to crowd at the co-ops. I saw some appealing art but all of it was out of my price range.
My final stop of the night was the Madeleine Dodge and Annalee Schorr show at Spark. The show was stellar. Madeleine and Annalee’s colorful works complement each other. Madeleine’s large scale archival giclee prints were a departure from her usually paintings on steel but were just as beautiful and moving. Annalee’s bright color palate was refreshing and crisp. I was able to chat briefly with both artists about their work and processes. I made tentative plans to meet with Madeleine about customizing a piece for the family room to replace a piece of her art that departed with the divorce. I also talked briefly with Kate McGuinness about a future project before heading home.
I could feel the humidity in the cool spring night air as I walked back to the car parked on Santa Fe. A cold front was moving in with the promise of high country snow and city rain for the part of the weekend. Once home, I opened the bedroom windows, poured a glass of wine and jumped in the tub for a soak. By the time I hit the bed the room had cooled down substantially. It felt good to snuggle under the covers with cat resting on top of the comforter at my feet. The weekend was off to a good start.
The Corporate Slave 