I have become one of them…….Entry for August 1, 2007

I will never forget the first day I started working in New York. I was petrified. When I went for my interview, I stood outside the building across the street and looked up at the window. Sure enough, there was my future boss looking at a transparency in the light of the window. I almost didn’t even go up there. I could get a job in New Jersey, I thought. New York is the king of large format graphics. These guys are gonna eat me up. I don’t know shit. This city is too crazy loud and dirty. Fear has been my closest friend my whole life. I compare it to going into the ocean to swim. BIG waves. COLD mysterious water. Jump in……or watch from the distance. It wasn’t easy. But I have worked my way ever so slowly to respect. They trust me now…most times with their biggest most complicated jobs. And now I know New York. The shortcuts, the best pizza, ….I know the street muscians, the homeless, the roughnecks, the tempo, I know the constant sound of sirens wailing, of firetrucks caught in traffic, cops on horses, blazing neon light shows, I have learned the complex subways, I have found treasures, gotten ripped off, was interviewd on the street for channel 4 news, have seen movies being made, undercover drug busts, and I got hit by an impatient taxi car. Once scared to walk through the endless mobs of people on the sidwalks…..I burst through them now. I know when the lights are gonna change green. I know how to curse….how to be confident…swagger through the concrete mazes like I own it. Get outta my way! Get off the phone! Pay a fuckin tention! No, I don’t have any change! Get a damn job! Come on….jump in! The water is freezing cold and the waves are monsters. Slowly…..I have become……………one of them.

About George C. Hartman

Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING
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