I've discovered that I do, in fact, still have a job. For some reason, I, along with two other employees, managed to slip through the system by default...story of my life.
Also, I have to go back to Connecticut again today until monday. I think I just really do need to be home for a bit right now.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
It's too late to apologize.
I haven't updated in a very long time. I figured I left this blog along with Worcester... but I decided I enjoy the idea of this.
So here are some updates in my life since;
I ended working at the engineering company as an intern, and moved back to New York, into an apartment with my three best friends.
I happened upon a hosting job at a famous restaurant in TriBeCa.
I gained an entire new family and home from my fantastic co-workers.
The restaurant got a new manager from outside the company, and as it stands, the majority of former workers - and all my former mangager, whom I love - have left. I feel I have no choice but to leave, as well... it's not the same anymore.
I'm questioning my current major; marketing with a specialization in advertising. I no longer know what I want to do with my life. I feel like I have no direction.
I got scouted by a casting dirctor for a fairly famous photographer in New York as a model, but I unfortunately didn't get hired for the actual job. It would have been fun though, right?
I've decided to see where I stand with my job after Thanksgiving break, and will plan accordingly. I feel a job hunt, and resume update may be in order.
So here are some updates in my life since;
I ended working at the engineering company as an intern, and moved back to New York, into an apartment with my three best friends.
I happened upon a hosting job at a famous restaurant in TriBeCa.
I gained an entire new family and home from my fantastic co-workers.
The restaurant got a new manager from outside the company, and as it stands, the majority of former workers - and all my former mangager, whom I love - have left. I feel I have no choice but to leave, as well... it's not the same anymore.
I'm questioning my current major; marketing with a specialization in advertising. I no longer know what I want to do with my life. I feel like I have no direction.
I got scouted by a casting dirctor for a fairly famous photographer in New York as a model, but I unfortunately didn't get hired for the actual job. It would have been fun though, right?
I've decided to see where I stand with my job after Thanksgiving break, and will plan accordingly. I feel a job hunt, and resume update may be in order.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
My sister expects me to post everyday.
These are the mistakes I've made this week;
Ralph Lauren Cableknit Sweater
Damage; $36
Tommy Hilfiger Espadrilles
Damage; $24
BCBGirls Quilted Ballet Flats
Damage; $30
Nine West Patent Leather Pumps
Damage; $35
Seven for All Mankind Skinny Jeans
Damage; $114
Assorted Gap & Victoria's Secret
Damage; $55
Ryan Adams - Easy Tiger
Damage; $13
Total Damage; $307
Was it worth it? o_0
Yes.
Ralph Lauren Cableknit Sweater
Damage; $36
Tommy Hilfiger Espadrilles
Damage; $24
BCBGirls Quilted Ballet Flats
Damage; $30
Nine West Patent Leather Pumps
Damage; $35
Seven for All Mankind Skinny Jeans
Damage; $114
Assorted Gap & Victoria's Secret
Damage; $55
Ryan Adams - Easy Tiger
Damage; $13
Total Damage; $307
Was it worth it? o_0
Yes.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Why am I so retarded?
So, there is basically one guy [an employee, not an intern] at this company around my age who is cute and normal. Not my type at all, but it seems compared to all these balding old men and dorky interns, he is a real catch.
This is our history....
First Meeting:
[Going down two flights of stairs]
T: Hey.
Me: Hi.
T: Anything exciting planned this weekend?
Me: Yes... [mind blanks] What do I have planned this weekend?
Second Meeting:
[Dad sits down at T's table, as do I]
Dad: This is my daughter, Space Alien.
T: Do people call you Space Alien?
Dad: Her friends call her Space Alien or Spac.
Me: It doesn't matter, I go by both.
T: I think I'll call you what the boss [my dad] calls you.
[Continue talking about other things for the rest of lunch]
Third Meeting:
[During company-wide meeting, T & friends sit down in front of dad and me]
Dad: So how many people in the company do you know?
Me: [Not wanting to play along] I only know like 10 people.
T: [Turns around] You know us.
Me: That's true.
Dad: [Continues rambling]
Fourth Meeting:
[In Best Buy, looking for Interview with the Vampire, just to waste time]
T: [Walks up] Hey, what movie are you looking for?
Me: Well, it's not a comedy, I guess I'm in the wrong section.
T: Okay, I'll see you later.
Is this what being socially awkward means?
THIS HAD NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE! Ahhh.
This is our history....
First Meeting:
[Going down two flights of stairs]
T: Hey.
Me: Hi.
T: Anything exciting planned this weekend?
Me: Yes... [mind blanks] What do I have planned this weekend?
Second Meeting:
[Dad sits down at T's table, as do I]
Dad: This is my daughter, Space Alien.
T: Do people call you Space Alien?
Dad: Her friends call her Space Alien or Spac.
Me: It doesn't matter, I go by both.
T: I think I'll call you what the boss [my dad] calls you.
[Continue talking about other things for the rest of lunch]
Third Meeting:
[During company-wide meeting, T & friends sit down in front of dad and me]
Dad: So how many people in the company do you know?
Me: [Not wanting to play along] I only know like 10 people.
T: [Turns around] You know us.
Me: That's true.
Dad: [Continues rambling]
Fourth Meeting:
[In Best Buy, looking for Interview with the Vampire, just to waste time]
T: [Walks up] Hey, what movie are you looking for?
Me: Well, it's not a comedy, I guess I'm in the wrong section.
T: Okay, I'll see you later.
Is this what being socially awkward means?
THIS HAD NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE! Ahhh.
Friday, July 20, 2007
"What are men compared to rocks and mountains?"
Every time I watch Pride & Prejudice [2004], I realize all over again what an incredible movie it is. Not just because of the actors, but the directing and the beautiful filming.
Each time I finish, I have am overwhelming desire to watch it again right away. I think I saw it 4 times in one week when I first got it.
Harry Potter extravaganza tonight!
Each time I finish, I have am overwhelming desire to watch it again right away. I think I saw it 4 times in one week when I first got it.
Harry Potter extravaganza tonight!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
You're the reason I'm leaving
Oh hey.
This is a picture of Prince Andrea Casiraghi of Monaco. Only 23-years old, and an image of perfection; just look at his hippie-hipster outfit.
Did I mention he lives in New York? [...I assume with his current girlfriend. Boo.]
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
"Good taste only tastes good to the people who think they have good taste; a good taste can be very uncreative & boring. Good taste is something very bourgeois, very established, so it needs fresh air. People we consider to have bad taste are very happy with their bad taste. It’s not our problem. It’s pretentious to think one is an arbiter of taste. Who cares?"
-Karl Lagerfeld
-Karl Lagerfeld
Picture this:
[Please excuse the grammar.]
A bright blue Toyota Rav4 going the speed limit down a Connecticut highway, the last remnants of the sun can barely been seen as a pinkish haze on the horizon, though obscured by trees. The sky directly above the car is almost the deepest shade of blue it becomes over the course of the night. Only the brightest stars a visible, and there is a sliver of a crescent moon.
A black, plastic rosary is dangling from the rear-view mirror. Junk and little knick-knack toys are sprawled about the car haphazardly. Opera is blasting from the stereo, to accomodate the almost deaf passengers.
The driver, my mother, humming along in the front seat. Her short, salt-and-pepper grey hair is pulled into a half ponytail and a bright green dress with three dancing kokopellis on the front.
In the passenger seat sits an old Italian woman, who is almost completely deaf, and if her pride allowed, should be walking with a cane. Her usual sunglasses remain glued to her face, despite the dark. She wears a red bandana tied around her head like a pirate - or a hippie, a dark flower-patterned nightgown with a black vest, brown stockings, tan leather shoes, and a bright red patent-pleather knock-off chanel purse, which I am sure she has no idea is a knock-off. Not to mention the many pieces of jewellery, all of which is real gold, including a $1 brown cameo she found at a tag sale and had set in gold, with a $300 gold chain. [That was actually ingenious.] She is gently humming and dancing, almost unnoticably, to the music that she can't hear, simply in response to my mother, who is doing the same in the seat next to her. Though she often speaks of her dislike for "i zingari," in my opinion, she resembles the stereotypical gypsy.
In the seat behind the driver rests an equally old Italian man, dozing. He wears a striped polo shirt and pants that he has no doubt owned since the 1950's and his wife's white rain jacket for warmth.
I, in the seat next to him, am attempting to read a book about vampires, though the falling daylight makes it almost impossible, wearing my boy's polo and old, ripped jeans.
[End scene.]
Sometimes I wish I had a camera always with me. It made me laugh when I thought about other people seeing this cast of characters [that is my family] somehow functioning together.
A bright blue Toyota Rav4 going the speed limit down a Connecticut highway, the last remnants of the sun can barely been seen as a pinkish haze on the horizon, though obscured by trees. The sky directly above the car is almost the deepest shade of blue it becomes over the course of the night. Only the brightest stars a visible, and there is a sliver of a crescent moon.
A black, plastic rosary is dangling from the rear-view mirror. Junk and little knick-knack toys are sprawled about the car haphazardly. Opera is blasting from the stereo, to accomodate the almost deaf passengers.
The driver, my mother, humming along in the front seat. Her short, salt-and-pepper grey hair is pulled into a half ponytail and a bright green dress with three dancing kokopellis on the front.
In the passenger seat sits an old Italian woman, who is almost completely deaf, and if her pride allowed, should be walking with a cane. Her usual sunglasses remain glued to her face, despite the dark. She wears a red bandana tied around her head like a pirate - or a hippie, a dark flower-patterned nightgown with a black vest, brown stockings, tan leather shoes, and a bright red patent-pleather knock-off chanel purse, which I am sure she has no idea is a knock-off. Not to mention the many pieces of jewellery, all of which is real gold, including a $1 brown cameo she found at a tag sale and had set in gold, with a $300 gold chain. [That was actually ingenious.] She is gently humming and dancing, almost unnoticably, to the music that she can't hear, simply in response to my mother, who is doing the same in the seat next to her. Though she often speaks of her dislike for "i zingari," in my opinion, she resembles the stereotypical gypsy.
In the seat behind the driver rests an equally old Italian man, dozing. He wears a striped polo shirt and pants that he has no doubt owned since the 1950's and his wife's white rain jacket for warmth.
I, in the seat next to him, am attempting to read a book about vampires, though the falling daylight makes it almost impossible, wearing my boy's polo and old, ripped jeans.
[End scene.]
Sometimes I wish I had a camera always with me. It made me laugh when I thought about other people seeing this cast of characters [that is my family] somehow functioning together.
Friday, July 13, 2007
All the roads we had to walk were winding
I've been counting down the weeks, the days, the hours until I am finally out of this place.
In retrospect, I know it won't feel that bad, and I will remember all the money I made. I'll forget the daily fatigue and stress. But missing the sunshine every day, sitting for 14 consecutive hours, with no one my own age, losing the few precious moments of my youth that I could be spent with my friends before we never get a chance to see each other again.
I hate that I have nothing in common with the people here.
In a response to my college major, someone asked me what I wanted to do with it. I said fashion marketing or advertising. They responded that I should "Look into Staples - they are now selling chairs designed by Donald Trump." What? Did they hear what I said?
Another person asked what Dolce & Gabbana was and why I liked fashion magazines, anyway; "they are practically all ads." Of course. That's exactly what I want to do with my life. Haven't you been listening?
While eating a candy bar, someone commented, "That has more calories than those models in your magazines eat in a whole day." I mentally rolled my eyes. All I ever hear are stereotypes! Don't they think I know the actual truths by now? I've only been living and breathing this world for almost four years.
I realize there is no knowledge of anything in the fashion world necessary to get into engineering, but that's the only thing I'm actually, truly interested in that has any type of realistic profession behind it [disregarding archaeology, paid traveler, marrying rich, etc].
I feel like they brush it aside as if it is unimportant, not a real business. There are thousands of millions of dollars in fashion - all different fields, not just modeling and designing. Without even knowing it, fashion contributes to a lot of the things we hear and see on a daily basis, and we don't even realize.
I want to educate people, have them understand.
In retrospect, I know it won't feel that bad, and I will remember all the money I made. I'll forget the daily fatigue and stress. But missing the sunshine every day, sitting for 14 consecutive hours, with no one my own age, losing the few precious moments of my youth that I could be spent with my friends before we never get a chance to see each other again.
I hate that I have nothing in common with the people here.
In a response to my college major, someone asked me what I wanted to do with it. I said fashion marketing or advertising. They responded that I should "Look into Staples - they are now selling chairs designed by Donald Trump." What? Did they hear what I said?
Another person asked what Dolce & Gabbana was and why I liked fashion magazines, anyway; "they are practically all ads." Of course. That's exactly what I want to do with my life. Haven't you been listening?
While eating a candy bar, someone commented, "That has more calories than those models in your magazines eat in a whole day." I mentally rolled my eyes. All I ever hear are stereotypes! Don't they think I know the actual truths by now? I've only been living and breathing this world for almost four years.
I realize there is no knowledge of anything in the fashion world necessary to get into engineering, but that's the only thing I'm actually, truly interested in that has any type of realistic profession behind it [disregarding archaeology, paid traveler, marrying rich, etc].
I feel like they brush it aside as if it is unimportant, not a real business. There are thousands of millions of dollars in fashion - all different fields, not just modeling and designing. Without even knowing it, fashion contributes to a lot of the things we hear and see on a daily basis, and we don't even realize.
I want to educate people, have them understand.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
New Post, because you made me.
I just found out fantastic news!
The most beautiful boy in the world [not exaggerating] - who transferred to a Florida school - just transferred back. :) I am not creeper-status, he updated his Facebook.
On the last day of finals [a class that we happened to have together], I wanted to tell him that he was the most beautiful boy I've ever met, but I finished too early and left.
Is it wrong to just love someone for their face? haha Not actually love them. You know.
On a completely unrelated note, I am going to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix tonight. My friends and I are getting our favorite candy [Laffy Taffy] and dressing up in fancy clothes to celebrate and show how important it is to us.
Some call it dorky... I call it excellent.
Also, we have four parts go for the apartment. I am, surprising, the last to get my papers in and then we will sign the lease and move in on August 20th. I stop working on the 11th, though, and I would love to get to New York even earlier. Hint, hint, sister.
The most beautiful boy in the world [not exaggerating] - who transferred to a Florida school - just transferred back. :) I am not creeper-status, he updated his Facebook.
On the last day of finals [a class that we happened to have together], I wanted to tell him that he was the most beautiful boy I've ever met, but I finished too early and left.
Is it wrong to just love someone for their face? haha Not actually love them. You know.
On a completely unrelated note, I am going to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix tonight. My friends and I are getting our favorite candy [Laffy Taffy] and dressing up in fancy clothes to celebrate and show how important it is to us.
Some call it dorky... I call it excellent.
Also, we have four parts go for the apartment. I am, surprising, the last to get my papers in and then we will sign the lease and move in on August 20th. I stop working on the 11th, though, and I would love to get to New York even earlier. Hint, hint, sister.
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