Today was our first official day of work. My team was to
meet with our sponsor at 10am, and our first task was to find the staff
entrance to the museum, given very brief instructions. We were successful,
though we took a bit of a roundabout way to get there. In spite of that, we
were nearly fifteen minutes early. We might have overcompensated in our attempt
to leave extra time in case we got lost.
Three people at the museum will be working with us, each in
different departments. Two of them, however, are on vacation—one until next
week and one until the week after. Today we got to meet Kate, who, if I
remember correctly, is in charge of software development, or something like
that. She met us at the staff entrance, where she talked to the security people
and got us each our own swipe cards. They’re even attached to those retractable
cord things, so you can clip it to your belt loop and pull it out when you need
it, then let it retract. These cards would give us access to the staff lift
(which, for those unaware, is the term used in New Zealand for an elevator) and
the staff office areas. They would also get us a discount at the café and
museum store, and gain us free access to exhibits that cost the general public
money. I may have been more excited about my security access swipe card than I
should have been. But I think my teammates were as well, so I don’t feel all
that bad.
Kate gave us a brief tour of the staff areas, which were
mostly meeting rooms and office space, and introduced us to people along the
way. If you’ve ever wanted to know what’s behind those ‘staff only—do not
enter’ signs, well, now I know. It’s not all that exciting, really, except for
the part where I’m allowed where I normally wouldn’t be. The tour ended in a
meeting room where she provided us with tea and coffee and brought out
paperwork: a contract, a technology use agreement form, that sort of thing. It
all felt very formal, like we were being officially hired, except the part that
we don’t get paid. I really got the impression that they were truly welcoming
us to the team, accepting us as part of the museum staff, not just as students
who would only be there a few months. They referred to us as, and seemed to
consider us, interns. They even gave each of us or own desk with a desktop
computer and a wheely spinny chair and everything. It was gratifying. (Also,
wheely spinny office chairs. What is not to love?)
With the paperwork done, Kate signed us up for a museum
tour, then told us to spend the rest of the day exploring the museum, becoming
familiar with it. While our project won’t have much to do with stuff that is
found within the museum, it would be hard to understand the purpose and goals
of the museum without taking a look at the exhibits. So, in other words, we got
to spend the rest of the day having fun.
The museum contains six floors, five of which have exhibits.
We covered a little over half of it over the course of the day. I won’t go into
detail here regarding all of it, because it would go on too long and I don’t
want to stay up that late writing it all. That said, there will likely be some
days in the future that I don’t have a lot to write about. On such days, I will
describe one or two exhibits. So, there. You have something to look forward to.
The guided tour, however, is worth describing today. It was
led by a Maori woman by the name of Lucy, who was full of such energy and
charisma that just being around her made me excited about whatever she had to
tell us. She began by leading us to an arch at the entrance of the second
level, made of wood and carved in traditional Maori style. She welcomed us to
the museum, first in Maori, then in English, and explained that Te Papa is a
bi-cultural museum. That is to say, it is owned and operated equally by Maori people and those of European origin. The
exhibits explore both sides of the country’s history. It extends all the way up
to the leadership: there is a European-descended CEO and a Maori leader of the
same rank. She told us a little bit about the Maori: they are a fierce and
stubborn people.
Then she began leading us through the museum. She didn’t
show us everything—she hardly could have. But she did tell us what we could
find in each area, and point out the things we should make sure to look at
later, when we had time to explore: audiovisuals, simulations, interactive
exhibits. And what I truly loved about it was the stories she told, the details
she told. She would point out something that seemed only mildly interesting
compared to the other things around it, and tell us the story behind it, and
suddenly it became the most interesting thing there. She didn’t give us a tour,
but narrated a story.
What stands out strongest in my memory is when we approached
the Marae, a Maori meeting place, like a chapel. It is a modern one, currently
used for Maori functions, though she later showed us a traditional one. As we
approached, she told us about the massive stained glass doors, which
represented the sky father, and the patterned tile floor, which represented the
earth mother. I couldn’t help but think how so many cultures around the world
have such similar mythologies. Then she said, “so what if Barack Obama came to
visit Te Papa?” And launched into a narration of how a Maori woman would
accompany him to the gate outside the door, and another would wait at the door.
As they approached, the woman at the door would sing a song of welcome. Here
our guide sang the song. Her voice was strong and lovely, and the acoustics
were incredible. It echoed through the hall and gave me chills. The woman
accompanying our president, she then explained, would announce who she brought
and why he had come. Then they would enter. All the Americans would sit on one
side, all the New Zealanders on the other, and there would be all sorts of
speeches of welcome, with a song after each.
It struck me as… noteworthy, that she mentioned Obama.
Partly because she was making it personal for us, relatable. And it occurred to
me that I don’t know who the New Zealand Prime Minister is. She knows the name
of my president, but I don’t know the name of hers. And I’m the one in her
country. What a statement of my own ignorance, of the ignorance of my country.
I looked it up, by the way. New Zealand’s Prime Minister is
John Key. Apparently he studied at Harvard.
Anyway. After the tour, we took our lunch break, finding our
way to the staff lounge where we met some hosts (tour guides/welcome people)
who were close to our own age. One of them had been a counselor at a summer
camp in America, so we found some common ground in that. I made the mistake of
having a very small lunch; I hadn’t left myself enough time in the morning to
pack a decent one. This will become relevant later.
After lunch we went back and explored the museum in greater
detail. We covered the top two floors before the day was up, at which point I
went to the fourth floor café, which has plenty of power outlets and seating.
So now I know where to go when I want internet! A large group of my classmates
were already there, having finished their work for today. Most of us were planning
to meet at 7 to make reservations for a trip we are taking next weekend (Jan
19-20), but as several of us were there early, we decided to get a head start
in what I understood to be an attempt to make the process more efficient.The
idea was that we would all take the same bus there, but while there do
different things, depending on varying interests. The options were wide and
varied: bungee jumping or sky diving, zorbing (running down a hill in a
hampster ball), a zip-line canopy tour, a tour of Hobbiton, a Maori cultural
experience. We reserved bus tickets and tickets for a Hobbiton tour and Maori
experience before the others got there, thinking they could join us for those
experiences if they wanted, or make their own reservations for other times, depending
on what they wanted to do.
Then the rest of the group arrived. Two girls had been doing
most of the work organizing the trip and doing research. They asked if we had
already begun, and when we told them we had, they immediately expressed anger
and frustration with harsh words and no lack of sarcasm. I was baffled and
astounded; we’d hardly intended to go behind their back or leave them out, and
were only trying to make the process more efficient so we wouldn’t all be there
for hours trying to finish. The sudden tension was palpable. Half the group
that had been there early just got up and left, rather than try to explain
anything—including the people who had been responsible for the group bookings.
Those of us who were left had no idea how to respond, or where this anger was
coming from.
It put me in a foul mood, not helped by the small amount of
food I’d eaten for lunch and the fact that I hadn’t yet had dinner. I watched
at least two people try to explain to the girls why we had started early, and
what we had done, only to be shut down with more harsh words. They left too.
The other group started their bookings, muttering about how bus ticket prices
had gone up, and all the cheap tickets were taken, displeased by our
explanations that we had all paid those same prices. When I realized any
attempts on my part to try to explain and diffuse the tension would be futile,
I gave up and shut up, withdrawing into myself. One by one every member of the
group that had started early got up and left, except for myself.
It ended up taking hours anyway, and we finished as the
museum closed. But as time passed, people calmed down. I was infinitely
grateful to one of my classmates who was brave enough to try to act as a
mediator, learned both sides of the story, and explained matters to those who
had no idea why this was happening. Apparently, those that had initially been
booking early belonged to a group who had been acting exclusively since the
beginning of the trip—going back to the time they spent in Sidney before coming
to New Zealand. They made plans on their own without inviting anyone else, and
they only seemed interested in doing their own thing. While I can understand a
desire to travel with a smaller group of people rather than the entire class, I
also understand far too well how it feels to not be part of that smaller group,
and to feel excluded. I’d heard about these frustrations before and simply hadn’t
realized it was this same group of people. Booking the bus tickets before the
agreed-upon time came across as another attempt to do their own thing, and that
one small thing compounded with other frustrations that had been simmering and
growing. It just happened to be enough to send them over the top so they lashed
out in anger.
No one got stuck without a bus ticket. I made sure they were
aware that any of them were invited to join us for the Hobbiton tour and Maori
experience we were planning on. I was reminded of just how much food, or lack
thereof, can affect a mood. I was encouraged that both girls who had expressed
anger apologized to me for taking it out on me when they knew I had simply
been, if you will, in the wrong spot at the wrong time. I thought that was
mature, and offered some unsolicited advice that they really had two options:
confront the other group about their actions and try to resolve it, or let them
do what they will, be the bigger people, and let it go. It’s certainly not
worth letting something like that come between them when we all have to spend
the next two months together. They were receptive to the advice. I think by
tomorrow it will have blown over.
With that taken care of, I went home and had a much-awaited
dinner, then joined some people who were hanging out at another apartment. As
far as first days of work go, it was a good one overall… though it didn’t feel
much like work.
If running down a hill in a hamster ball is an option, why are there other options?
ReplyDeleteBecause Hobbiton is way more exciting than zorbing. Also, because zorbing costs money, and money is limited, us being poor college students stranded on the other side of the world, and whatnot.
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ReplyDeleteand with a wheely spinney office chair...who needs a hamster ball? Thank you for sharing...and I appreciate knowing John Key is the Prime Minister for New Zealand...and your recognition that it might be good to understand more about the people in NZ!
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