The New Job

So I started work on Tuesday. I didn't know I was starting on Tuesday, I was just told to go meet the man, but it turned into a 6 hour work day. Jimmy Deenihan is a force of nature. He never stops moving! It turns out he's setting up an arts exhibition in NYC for artists from Co. Kerry. This is now my project. After being there for about 45 min on Tuesday he hands me a grant application and says, here, fill this out. Sure, ok, yah, no problem. I convince him to leave it with me and have a much better version for him on Thursday, one that's typed, not handwritten. Apparently, I've won him over because I now own this project and can actually write letters to people as myself on his stationary. So, what this says to me is this, I've been here less than a week and I have more responsibility than my previous job gave me in 3 years.... hmm...

The working conditions would be considered odd in the States. There is his secretary, Bernadette , and me. That is all the staff he gets. So I have to bring my own computer and share his desk... yes you read right.




See? Jimmy's chair is on the left... and mine is on the right. See my Mac sitting there?









That about covers it. He seems nice enough and riding the DART is like the metro, only slower. Oh yah, and the cheapest place to eat in the whole city is the cafeteria at the Dail. So that's a perk too.