Me when someone tries to get me to do something a little before, during, and a little after I take my lunch:
Even though I stayed an hour later than I normally would, I enjoyed it because I got to be creative.
Every once in a while, I get into this slump and think, “maybe I can deal with a boring, computer-based desk job for the rest of my life. It’s not so bad. Plenty of people do it, ya know?” But then I do something fun or creative that’s not usually within my job description and I’m not like “NOPE. CANT DO IT. NEED A DAMN OUTLET PEOPLE.”
Today I got to help one of the guys I work with think of branded content topics to write about for a proposal he was working on. The proposal was awesome, the website take overs and the ads that would be running would be so cool and so creative, but he still needed sponsored content topics for his proposal and asked for my help. He is one of the only account reps that values my opinion (probably because he was in my position less than 3 years ago) and I’ve always liked working with him. We’re office friends, so bouncing articles and ideas off each other was effortless and fun. After an hour, we had 5 article topics and a basic synopsis of what the article would entail, as well as an interactive portion that would be really fun if the client chooses to go with it.
But that’s not all.
Like I said, overall today was great. Not only did I get to be slightly creative, which is always exciting, but I also tried Starbucks’ new cold brew iced coffee and fell in love with it.
I’m not usually a Starbucks girl but HOLY HELL are they doing their best to win me over.
A little while ago I tried their iced coffee with coconut milk. The first few times it tasted fantastic but sometimes it would taste weird and I stopped getting it. This morning I walked into Starbucks with the intention of trying it again because my friend and I had talked about it on the commute in. But then I saw the sign that said cold brew was the new thing so I figured it was a must try.
The woman who took my order suggested I get it with caramel when I told her I’ve never had the cold brew before and that was the beginning of what I can only assume will be a life long love affair.
So basically, if you take anything out of this random blog post, let it be that Starbucks’ new cold brew is THE BOMB.
That is all.
I like to think of myself as a social person; in reality I have one best friend that I can actually deal with for more than an hour at a time. And right now, we’re killing time drinking mimosas in my backyard. Thank God for her, this, and today.
Tuesday is the worst day of the week.
I don’t have a scientific reason behind it but they just are. That’s why I’m writing this on a Wednesday, because I was too busy being miserable to complain yesterday.
I have a theory as to why it sucks so much, but like I said, it’s just a theory.
Monday’s suck, obviously, but the thing with Monday’s is that everyone hates Monday’s so it collectively sucks. People can take solace in the fact that no one is having a good day so they aren’t alone in their sucking.
Wednesday’s are hump days. People, as a whole, are excited to have made it to the middle of the week. At this point, things start to suck less because you know that in just a couple of days, you can sit and do nothing and not worry about it.
Thursday is Friday-eve. You’re only 24 hours away from the best day of the work week, so now everyone is collectively praying for the minutes to go by faster.
And Friday. Friday is the Hail Mary of work days. It’s the last day of the work week and people tend to just go for it. In my world, there’s a real “fuck it” attitude that goes along with the F-Day. You’re basically at the weekend, man, time to start relaxing.
So, as you can now see, Tuesday is none of those things. Every Tuesday sucks with an immensity that can turn sane people insane. It can turn nice people into ferocious animals. It can suck so much that you cry.
My Tuesday sucked. But I can’t blame it all on Tuesday. My week has sucked since last Tuesday. No letting up, no surrendering, so there was a massive amount of suckage.
But then, I got an email.
Stubbs and Wooten is purveyor of what I would call “smoking slippers.” I’ve been obsessed with the company and their quirky slipper designs for a while now but never could justify spending $500+ on a pair of slippers.
Until this morning.
I’m an emotional person, do not judge me. This morning, at 7:15am I received an email saying that S&W was having a sale. And not just any sale, they were having a 50% off sale. So I drooled. And after about 12 minutes of struggling between wanting the slippers that say “Srew Love” and not wanting to spend $250 on shoes, I grabbed my debit card out of my wallet and bought the damn shoes on my phone.
They were shipped about 7 hours later. Expensive shoe companies are on their shit, guys.
Sure I could’ve done the responsible thing and said no, I could’ve put my phone away and taken a nap, hell, I could’ve even scoured the rest of the site and then shown everyone on the bus which shoes I liked, but instead I’m gonna be bringing my coffee from home and eating PB&J’s for the next two weeks so that I don’t spend money I don’t have.
Thank God Pay Day is on Friday. Let’s all celebrate with new shoes.
Today is Friday. It is also the last day of my work week and my fraternity’s spring formal.
That being said, not feeling well is the least of my problems. I’ve got shit to do and I will be pretending I’m fine until I am.
PS. My favorite house on Staten Island was knocked down yesterday and I am very upset about it. I was under the impression that this house was so old that developers weren’t allowed to knock it down. But I’m guessing it was in such bad shape that they had no choice. So now I’m really unhappy. I’m not looking forward to the 4 houses they will be building there.
We’ll be heading home to NY today so I’m enjoying the beautiful weather and the sound of the fountain while I still can. Eventually I plan on moving to Florida and starting a life for myself here in the sunshine.
After airport mexican food (10 out of 10 would not recommend,) two hours in delays, a lot of neck pain and a two and a half hour car ride, we have finally made it to my favorite place in America, Naples, Florida.
Since we arrived at the house at about 4:30am, everyone is still asleep, (except my father who can’t sleep past 6am regardless of how many hours of sleep he has.) But this is perfect. I would rather be sitting here in the sun, alone, listening to the water, than be almost anywhere else. God bless Florida. Maybe I’ll actually get a tan.
BAHAHA JUST KIDDING I NEVER GET TAN
Cheers from the sunshine state people!
It seems like everyone has started a “selfie sticks are lame” club and have banded together to actually agree on something for once in my lifetime. They think selfie sticks need to go.
But honestly, y’all don’t understand.
The first time I ever even saw a selfie stick was overseas (obviously.) It was the summer of 2008. The Italian National Soccer Team was in the World Cup and I was headed straight to the MotherLand.
The summer after my junior year of high school my mom packed up my siblings and me and squished us into an 8 hour Alitalia flight to Italy. We spent two and a half weeks there, visiting my mother’s sister, who lived in Rome with her husband and infant son, and my cousins, great aunts and uncles, and great-great aunts and uncles who all still live in the small town my family is from in southern Italy. While we were in Rome, my mom was the perfect tour guide, waking us up at 8am and leading a very tired group of children under the age of 16 (and adults, since my mom’s brother, his wife, and his toddler came with us) to every site worth seeing in La Citá Eterna! (read this in the Ungermeyer’s voice)
I believe it was day 2, as we frolicked around the Coliseum, my sisters and I saw an Asian tourist taking a picture of herself with the ruins. Now, I’m not talking about snapping a selfie with the front view camera on your iPhone 6+ here people; remember, this was 2008. This woman had her digital camera attached to a giant metal stick, pointed at herself and was smiling into the sun… it was something people were gonna noticed. Finally, we got close enough to see what is now known around the world as “the selfie stick.” When I first saw it though, it was just kinda strange looking.
Now fast forward to the end 2014; my boyfriend and I are again frolicking through the same Citá, except this time around everyone has a selfie stick. I literally mean almost everyone I saw was carrying a giant metal stick around, from little kids to old people. It was like an epidemic. The men on the street were selling them for as little as 5€. But it was completely awesome. Do you realize how much background you can get into a picture with a selfie stick??? The entire world is your backwards oyster people!
I’ve seen what people can accomplish with this thing, and because of it, I have seen the future. Ok, maybe not, but it is still a really amazing tool, allowing you to extend the reach of your photo by double or triple. I don’t see the selfie stick as a tool of narcissism, I see it as a tool of creation, a tool of pure magic, man; and if people can’t see that, they’re too far inside the box. Imagine the pictures people could take where selfie sticks have been banned. Music festivals have completely shitted on the idea, huge tourist attractions are hating hard, even sporting events are starting to freak out.
Ok sure, maybe they’re a little dangerous to be swinging around, but if you can look at these pictures, these works of fucking art, and tell me that the selfie stick is bad, you and I have very different definitions of what is wrong with our society.
Also here are some more INSANE selfies that were only made possible because of a stick. check out this link for MOREEEEEEEEEEE.