One time, at work...


Let's be real here--I have nothing to blog about today.  So, just some random happenings.  Last night I went to a bar with the girls I lived with last year while I was interning in New York.  It was so nice to see them, and for a minute, it felt like I was living with them again.  I came home and passed out, then woke up late this morning.  Let's just say I'm supposed to be at work at 11, and I woke up at 10:30.  I was too tired to move quickly, so I left my room at about 10 after 11 and then I saw it.  New York looked like someone was standing on the roof of my hotel dumping gallons of water on the street...I couldn't even stand inside and wait it out because I was late.  I walked as fast as I could to the train station but got soaked in the process.  While I was waiting for the train, I noticed everyone else was dry as a raisin, looking like they had beautiful sunshine on their walk to the train, while I look like I decided to roll around in a nearby lake.  I was pretty embarrassed when I walked in half an hour late to work this morning.  Normally I'd try to sneak in, but my shoes were making that loud squeaky noise, and as I approached my desk, my boss turned around, looked me up and down, and then went back to his computer.  And, because the temperature in the office is kept at an Arctic chill, I sat like water in an ice tray all day, slowing freezing.  That thick, muggy heat the subway stations are infamous for?  Yea, I was never so happy to stand in that in my life!


An internship story from my roommate back at school, Rena*, that I had to share:  Her office takes pictures of their new hires, mine did too.  On my first day, they brought out the digital camera, had me stand in front of a white wall, and took my picture (I still haven't seen it).  After her first week, they told her they needed to take her picture but that they would do it on Monday.  So, Rena came into work Monday morning to find a real-live photographer awaiting her, with the fancy lighting apparatus and everything.   He sat her down just like it was school picture day, or maybe work glamour shot day, and positioned her head a little to the left, brought her chin up.  And probably had a conversation I imagine went something like this:

Photographer:  "Yes, Rena, that's great!  gorgeous, Gorgeous, GORGEOUS!  Okay, now look this way, give it to me, ahh what a beautiful smile!  Look back at me now!  Perfect!"

30 or 40 frames later, Rena's photoshoot had ended and I'm willing to bet she was probably a little stunned from all that professional flashing and lighting.  As I wrote earlier this month, isn't work really just a fashion show anyway?  Now that Rena has her headshot, she's one step ahead of me!

Tomorrow, I'll write about something more cohesive, I promise :)

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