The sky is falling
It's been awhile! And a lot has happened.
Today marks a year since I was promoted at InStyle from intern to freelance reporter. I can't believe it's been that long. I also have four months until I turn 26, which means I will no longer be covered under my mom's health insurance. The race is on to find another job again, which I'm happy to do because I feel it's time to take the next step.
I recently interviewed at one of my favorite magazines to assist a top editor and TV celebrity. I've applied to what feels like millions of jobs with no response and this one just happened to land in my lap. But of course there's a price to pay when assisting a celebrity in this industry: you have to give up your life. The job would require about 90 hours a week and I would sleep with my phone in my hand in case she calls with an emergency. Just like the movie The Devil Wears Prada, one year in this position would open up so many doors, but I turned it down in the end because I love my life too much to give it up. Would I have taken it one or two years ago? Probably. Then, I had nothing, and would have done anything for my career. I think I sacrificed enough sanity and hours with two, sometimes three, jobs and unpaid internships. Now that I'm in love, I'm truly enjoying the beauty of life and realizing that my career alone won't lead to happiness. And I've always said I'll never be someone's b*tch just to get ahead. I'll find another way.
I just returned from a short trip to Palm Springs, a trip awarded to my mom for achieving platinum at work. I flew in around noon on Thursday and laid by the pool drinking a margarita while I waited for her to fly in that night. We ate dinner by the lake surrounding the Marriott resort with ducks begging like dogs for food—one even nipped at my arm! While soaking up the 100 degree weather, I was also desperately trying to find yet another roommate for June. Fortunately, one girl emailed me Friday night and I had my old roommate show her my apartment, I Facetimed her, she moved her stuff in on Sunday, and she paid me via PayPal. Anything can be done.
We left Palm Springs on Sunday and while my mom flew north two hours, I spent the entire day trying to make it back to NYC. I was stranded in Dallas for a few hours waiting for my delayed flight because of bad weather in NYC. I didn't land until 1:30 am and watched the lightning as we flew above the clouds. After little sleep and dragging myself to work on Monday, I came home and saw my bathroom ceiling had collapsed. It's been leaking for some time now and my super said he "fixed" it last week. Sure he did. I frantically called him and said "Get over here! My ceiling collapsed!" He's finally calling a plumber today, who I'm sure will take one look at it and say the entire ceiling is rotten. What a way to welcome a new roommate: "Hello! Nice to meet you, make yourself at home, but you can't shower." I also hope she doesn't notice the mouse droppings all over the kitchen.
More things are falling from the ceiling: cockroaches. Last week, my boyfriend and I were laying in bed when one fell and bounced off his head into my bed. We killed it with a magazine and promptly changed my seats. We've also had them at work this week. They're taking over the city.
Today marks a year since I was promoted at InStyle from intern to freelance reporter. I can't believe it's been that long. I also have four months until I turn 26, which means I will no longer be covered under my mom's health insurance. The race is on to find another job again, which I'm happy to do because I feel it's time to take the next step.
I recently interviewed at one of my favorite magazines to assist a top editor and TV celebrity. I've applied to what feels like millions of jobs with no response and this one just happened to land in my lap. But of course there's a price to pay when assisting a celebrity in this industry: you have to give up your life. The job would require about 90 hours a week and I would sleep with my phone in my hand in case she calls with an emergency. Just like the movie The Devil Wears Prada, one year in this position would open up so many doors, but I turned it down in the end because I love my life too much to give it up. Would I have taken it one or two years ago? Probably. Then, I had nothing, and would have done anything for my career. I think I sacrificed enough sanity and hours with two, sometimes three, jobs and unpaid internships. Now that I'm in love, I'm truly enjoying the beauty of life and realizing that my career alone won't lead to happiness. And I've always said I'll never be someone's b*tch just to get ahead. I'll find another way.
I just returned from a short trip to Palm Springs, a trip awarded to my mom for achieving platinum at work. I flew in around noon on Thursday and laid by the pool drinking a margarita while I waited for her to fly in that night. We ate dinner by the lake surrounding the Marriott resort with ducks begging like dogs for food—one even nipped at my arm! While soaking up the 100 degree weather, I was also desperately trying to find yet another roommate for June. Fortunately, one girl emailed me Friday night and I had my old roommate show her my apartment, I Facetimed her, she moved her stuff in on Sunday, and she paid me via PayPal. Anything can be done.
We left Palm Springs on Sunday and while my mom flew north two hours, I spent the entire day trying to make it back to NYC. I was stranded in Dallas for a few hours waiting for my delayed flight because of bad weather in NYC. I didn't land until 1:30 am and watched the lightning as we flew above the clouds. After little sleep and dragging myself to work on Monday, I came home and saw my bathroom ceiling had collapsed. It's been leaking for some time now and my super said he "fixed" it last week. Sure he did. I frantically called him and said "Get over here! My ceiling collapsed!" He's finally calling a plumber today, who I'm sure will take one look at it and say the entire ceiling is rotten. What a way to welcome a new roommate: "Hello! Nice to meet you, make yourself at home, but you can't shower." I also hope she doesn't notice the mouse droppings all over the kitchen.
More things are falling from the ceiling: cockroaches. Last week, my boyfriend and I were laying in bed when one fell and bounced off his head into my bed. We killed it with a magazine and promptly changed my seats. We've also had them at work this week. They're taking over the city.
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