I know, I know…. I’m a horrible blogger. I’ve been neglecting you, and for that I am profoundly sorry. I am also very sorry for my last few posts… they were, shall we say… lackluster. Let me explain. I am currently at a crossroads in my career and have found myself desperately trying to find my ultimate job. I’ve been told many times, “do what you love!”. Well, if I were to do what I love I’d be laying around on the beach all day eating cheese and bread and reading the trades. So, I have to find the next option… do what makes me want to get up in the morning.
I’m sure many of you have struggled with this very same dilemma. So, I’m not going to be a Debbie Downer…
Instead, I’ve decided to offer you some sage advice that I read here:
Be enthusiastic. Be hungry. Stay hungry. Be proactive….sometimes being fired, or not getting what you want, is absolutely the best thing that could happen. Be a team player… But if something goes wrong, take responsibility, stand up and be counted. Love your life outside work – it’s the only way to stay sane, and that’s more important the higher up you go. Know your physical limits, but never stop dreaming. Never mock another person’s dreams. Don’t be a quitter. If you believe you can do something, you’ve already done the hard part. Be curious. Stay curious. Rules are overrated but respect is everything. Play for win/win scenarios. Don’t ask permission to succeed, just get on with it.
I hope you all have a tenacious Tuesday!
I was in Disney World for eight days…. EIGHT DAYS. You know what that does to a person????? I got back the other day and my co-workers had to peel me off the walkway after we landed because I was kissing the dirty, disgusting carpet in LaGuardia Airport (OK, not really, but I wanted to).
I was in the most magical place in the world for work. And, at first, it was a great experience. People were happy, the staff was chipper. But, then suddenly everything turned ugly on day five. That’s when the “New Yorker” in us all bubbled to the surface and all the loveliness of Disney was shrouded in a constant doubt. Why is everyone so nice? Is Goofy really “goofy”? Why can’t we buy gum on Disney property?
That last question actually caused quite a ruckus when we first arrived. We had to make a frantic phone call to an employee flying in a couple days later who was able smuggle in a couple packs of the contraband.
Anyway, I don’t have any really great stories for you, other than– well– I got married. OK, technically it’s not legal and, well, there was no exchange of rings, or even a kiss for that matter, but I did walk away with a feeling of mortification. My boss took us all out for dinner and a show at the Hoop-Dee-Doo Revue and proceeded to announce to the ENTIRE restaurant that I was there with my new husband celebrating our honeymoon. The place went up in applause and hollers for us to dance. So… we did. Here’s a picture of us celebrating Hoop Dee Doo style… I don’t think this marriage is going to last….
What would you do for a free snack? in New York we are handed free stuff all the time. Free Tasti-D Lite samples, free soap, free newspapers, free granola bars. Anytime something is given out for free crowds are formed and the poor person offering the free product is bombarded by bodies. But, say you had to DO something for the item…. What would you do? How far would you go? An Australian rice snack producer set up a vending machine in a public area that asked passerby’s to take on a challenge for a sample. By setting up a machine rather than a person it removes any aggravation at having an actual individual force you to work for something. “There is no lack of fairness, no attempts to reason with the machine, just command and response.” (AdWeek)
See what these people actually do for it!
Remember that funny little song, “Call Me Maybe”?
You’re probably thinking, “Oh, you mean the one I CAN’T GET OUT OF MY HEAD?!”
Yep, that one… Well, since Donald Trump and the Miss Universe girls made a video, and the Today Show had a “Call Me Maybe”-off, and everyone and their mother has secretly recorded themselves dancing around their room to the catchy song, I’d like to now share with you Sesame Street’s “Call Me Maybe” rendition:
And, since I did that to you on a Friday afternoon, how about an awesome diddy by Neon Trees:
I’m currently laying in bed on thirsty thursday flipping back and forth between How I Met Your Mother and Sex and the City re-runs hoping my unison will kick in soon. It’s been an uber long week filled with some emotional roller coasters– I’ll tell you about it later. But during my couple minutes on the Sex and the City channel Carrie said something rather profound:
“In New York, they say, you’re always looking for a job, a boyfriend or an apartment. So, let’s say you have two out of three and they’re fabulous. Why do we let the thing we don’t have affect how we feel about all the things we do have? Why does one minus a plus one feel like it adds up to zero?”
Now, I don’t necessarily feel like it all adds up to zero, because let’s face it, my boyfriend kind of rocks (shout out to my boo). But, when you don’t have that third component locked down, you do feel a bit… unbalanced, unsettled, unsatisfied. I think this goes for anyone, whether you live in New York or New Orleans.
Anyway– sorry for being so… shall we say, “cerebral” these past few days. I’ll part you this evening with this adorable ad from AT&T. The first time I saw it I immediately smiled. I think we can all relate to the couple traveling across the country enjoying the sites, sounds and oh the beignets…
Stay tuned, I have something fun for you tomorrow!
The site, Every Girl, posted a few questions to its readers asking them about their college experiences and if they would change anything about their under-grad choices. I actually ponder this question often. Part of me says, absolutely, I wish I had chosen a larger school that offered more opportunities and a wider network after graduation. The other side responds, if I didn’t attend my college I wouldn’t have been able to create the intimate relationships I did because of its small size…. nor would I have been the reining hula-hoop champ three years in a row… don’t ask.
Obviously when you think back on your college years some may consider the shenanigans that occurred and perhaps you may want to block some of those instances out of your mind forever (mud wrestling post hurricane anyone?). But what about the more academic ventures (remember that stuff?) such as your major, or studying abroad? Having a number of “real-world” years under my belt offers me some wisdom and I would love to be able to impart on my 18-year old self. What about you all? Here are my answers:
Bigger school or smaller school?— Bigger school— 2,200 people doesn’t offer you some of the anonymity you sometimes crave or the diversity you don’t get at larger institutions.
Would you change your major? —Absofreakinlutely. I was a Law and Policy major, what the F do you do with that!?
Study harder, study less? — I wish I had actually studied a bit harder, who knows what I could have achieved!
How about that literature class you never took? — There were so many classes I wish I could have taken, but I was always concerned with fulfilling requirements, and how I could arrange my schedule to not have class on Fridays.
Would you have ditched the books to go out with friends?— I always did…. whoops!
Do you wish you had been single during college?—no comment…
Regret not studying abroad? — Oh yeah. This chick has never been outside of the continental US! (don’t judge me)
Do you look back and wish you had joined more clubs?— eh
This all begs the question, do we really know what we want to do at 18 years of age? Absolutely not! What about you? What would you have changed about your college experience?