Oh, so you say your company buys its press book covers? Not in my office, which is fine by me because I’ll rarely turn down the opportunity to use razor blades and power tools. I was really nervous about drilling through the table though.
I wonder if OscarPRGirl gets to do this kind of stuff.
On the way to work this morning I saw a man carrying an enormous red velvet cupcake in a box with see through windows. It was a cupcake the size of a medicine ball. Isn’t that called “cake” not “cupcake”? I resisted the urge to tackle him and run off with his cupcake but now can’t stop looking at cupcake images.
Huey Lewis and the News, Once Upon a Time in New York City
"Keep your dream alive
Dreaming is still how the strong survive
Once upon a time in New York City”
I’ve listened to this song countless times today with absolutely no irony because it reminds me of being a kid (even though I was too young when this movie came out to remember it) and kids dream in a way that isn’t limited by age or experience. Many people have taken a step back over the past couple years, I’ve fallen down a flight of stairs, but thinking of where I came from (Texas) and how hard I’ve worked just to be here (New York, compulsively/to the edge of sanity) I’m able to appreciate where I am while continuing to work toward being where I want to be.
Andy Moss - Founder and GM, ShopStyle. Andy founded social shopping pioneer ShopStyle in 2006 and was CEO until it’s acquisition by Sugar Inc. in October 2007. Since then he has been General Manager for the ShopStyle business unit and overseen it’s growth to over 7M monthly uniques including international expansion to the UK, Germany, France, and Japan. ShopStyle generates $300 million a year in sales for its retail partners including Bergdorf Goodman, Net-a-Porter, Tory Burch, DVF.com and hundreds of brand names and boutiques. Andy is responsible for all aspects of the ShopStyle business including strategy, marketing and business development, product design and development, and it’s financial performance.
Katia Beauchamp - Co-Founder, Birchbox. Birchbox is a subscription retail company that combines a curated physical product with online editorial and ecommerce. Birchbox reimagines beauty retailonline, giving subscribers insider access to an editor’s selection of products and beauty intel, and giving beauty brands access to engaged consumer in a grassroots, but glossy environment. Birchbox launched in September 2010 and has been named one of WWDs top beauty websites (October 2010) and Instyle’s Best of the Web for beauty November 2010). Birchbox has over 20,000 subscribers in all 50 states and has growing list of fantastic beauty partners including NARS, Benefit, Laura Mercier, and Perricone M.D. Prior to Birchbox Katia attended Harvard Business School where she met her business partner Hayley Barna and discovered her entrepreneurial ambitions.
“LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there’s a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets.”— Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via allthingsstylish)
I have unconsciously made the decision not to leave my apartment until the weather turns warm. I apologize for the broken plans of last week. I would like to emphasize that I am not a willing participant in this, rather a captive prisoner of natural circumstances. I wish there were something I could do, really, but it’s not within my realm of control. I have been granted passes for work release, a couple/week for yoga and a few/week for hanging out if it meets the following criteria:
Requires little to no styling on my part
Involves movies or other forms of media consumption
Occurs in a seasonally deceptive environment as I can sometimes be delusional and might want to hang out wearing summer clothes and eat ice cream cones
Environment must also be equipped with warm soft blankets, diet coke and/or sprite zero, sugar free gum and no obnoxious animals (cute sweet fun animals are acceptable) *I can provide these items if given notice before my arrival*
As much as I love you and find bliss in your company, these rules have been enacted for my own good.
That is what I would like to post as a fb status update because I have not been the best at following through with plans, but that would be the bitchiest, self absorbed update in the history of facebook statuses. Instead I am just going to stop making plans and hope they still remember me come 50 degree lows.
Doug paused. “So, yeah. The room is cheap. What happened was fucked up.” Doug looked ready to pass out, and I felt faint. “I’m sorry, dude. I can’t,” I muttered, and headed for the door. I regret leaving in such haste now, as the amount of questions I have are overwhelming—Didn’t Doug smell something weird
Little piece of the most disgusting thing I’ve read all day.
I stopped drinking 16 days ago because I wanted to try a different ADD medicine and although my doctor didn’t mention this, the pharmacist told me not to drink on it. Never? Not even wine? I asked. Well, maybe after you’re on it for a few weeks you can have a beer. If it has no alcohol in it. Was his reply.
The other day I was explaining the story behind my sobriety to the ex, who hasn’t had a drink in 6 years. Here’s how it went:
Me: …I really wanted to try _____ but I was told absolutely no drinking, so, I can’t drink
Ex: Really? Awww! It’s so cute that you think that!
I looked up the drug information and yeah. He’s right. I’ve known a few people who drank like most New Yorkers while on this medication, and the instructions said excessive drinking could cause moderate negative side effects, they did not say to avoid alcohol entirely. I’m avoiding alcohol, for no real reason anymore. I don’t have more energy without it, I don’t sleep better, my cerebellum is still out to lunch, and I’m not getting more done by having more sober hours. Maybe it takes a while to see the benefits of this lifestyle, maybe I need to get more that 4 or 5 broken hours of sleep each night before I see improvements.
Still, I’m content to not drink. The only real downside I’ve experienced so far is when I go out with certain acquaintances and discovered that they are painfully boring, have nothing to talk about aside from gossip and no interests outside of going out and drinking. Thankfully the majority of the people I know are incredibly dynamic geniuses and I’ll stick the hanging around them, unless they all decide to move to California.
I just got home from work and have given my room a thorough inspection and nothing! I still have no idea where the orange lights on my ceiling came from last night. I feel like confused kitten whose owner is pointing a laser light at the wall. I’m hoping they’re there again tonight so I can find the source and close the book on this thriller.
I tried going to sleep at midnight but the kittens were acting strange, the rain was making startling sounds against the window and air conditioner, and although the curtains were closed there was a strange unidentifiable light on the ceiling. I noticed this when I opened my eyes and turned over on my side check on my kitten (the one who just had surgery) I noticed the freaky orange light on the ceiling, didn’t think anything of it and then the WTF factor hit me. I turned on the bedside lamp and in the gentle warm glow of its low wattage bulb light, inspected my room for possible sources of creepy orange lights. Creepy blue light, laptop. Creepy orange light! Power strip! Covered blue and orange lights. Mystery solved. Or so I thought…
I turned the light off from the switch near the doorway instead of the switch on the lamp to ensure a clear escape path should the need for one arise. Pitch black. Confirmed, no creepy ceiling light. I was about to jump back into bed and then the light came back!!! In a slightly different location on the ceiling!! I quickly turned the light back on and ran into the living room turning on every light along the way. I don’t believe in ghosts and the skeptic in me was determined to get to the bottom of this. Shaken, but with the comfort of a fully illuminated apartment, I went back into the bedroom, severely annoyed by this interruption to my sleep schedule, and began poking around when I noticed the rest of my apartment go dark. The living room lights went out!! WTF!!!! I wondered if I was dreaming. Nope. Definitely not ok at this point.
So I did what any normal person would do-grabbed a bunch of sage-aka a smudge stick, which I just happened to have laying around (you never know) put sea salt by the windows and doors and burned the sage in every room while a sanskrit mantra played out of my phone(again, you never know when you might need one.) My cats aren’t happy with me because I made this unusual smell come out of something that involved fire and smoke and I’m going to be a bigger bitch than usual tomorrow because I’m really tired, but am too confused to sleep. 3 hours later, thanks orange light, barrels of fun.
My workplace does not facilitate work. I’ve tried explaining this to my boss, who insists she maintains a calming, supportive and balanced work environment. In her office, maybe, but not for the other 50 people in this studio. Sometimes I give up even trying to work because of the constant interruptions. I must be grumpy today because here are the annoyances throwing me off right now:
1. Eating loud food in the office, which is surprisingly quiet (for a change) for 1.5 hours and counting. I don’t like snacking and I don’t like to hear other people eating. It’s gross.
2. People who stand near my desk. It makes me nervous to have people standing behind me or hovering over me while I’m trying to work.
3. Talking to me for nonessential purposes when I’m trying to work. Mornings are for working, save the socializing for the afternoon, I’ll be happy to play relationship therapist at 2.
Today, the 20th, is day 12. I just returned home from my first real night out (to actual bars as opposed to lounges) as a non-drinker. It was a lackluster night and here is why-my ex is throwing a party tonight. I know not because he invited me but because I saw in my FB feed that he created an event and then for the following two days would see friend after mutual friend confirming their attendance. I didn’t say anything to him because I didn’t care to go to the party and I’m sure he has a good reason for not inviting me. I learned long ago to never doubt him (whenever I doubt him I end up looking like an idiot when I learn the whole story.) What bothers me is this:
1. Why didn’t you have a secret party the way I have this secret tumblr? You invited your whole Facebook friend list. Almost 1100 people. Which means you clicked “select all” and then went to remove me from the invite list. Why didn’t you also make the event private so I don’t know you’re having a party?? At least make the guest list private so confirmations stay out of my feed.
2. When you wanted to hang out yesterday, and I didn’t feel like going back to Union Square so we ended up talking for a couple hours, why didn’t you take the opportunity to let me know about the party and why you don’t think it’s a good idea for me to come? You know I’ve never gotten upset with you for being honest except for that one time. Is it hurtful being left out? Yes, of course. But do I trust you and your judgment? Absolutely, more than I anyone else I know.
3. When I was out tonight with friends, and a couple of yours, it was difficult for me to be fully present because my mind was distracted by this. When I would forget it momentarily someone we know would mention or ask about the party, even someone I had just met brought up the party after we were talking for a few minutes. I can’t be the life of the party if I’m not feeling it and since I can’t drink or take adderall/ativan I can’t fake it.
This is what I’m going to say to him if the irritation doesn’t subside by Monday. I might tell him no matter what and demand artichoke pizza and tangerines in order for this friendship to continue. It doesn’t take much to keep me happy.