First I’m going to cry, then I’m going to fuck my boyfriend, and then I’m going to break up with him
Unless you’re inviting me to your Malibu house, don’t call me this weekend
Do these eyebrows make me look fat?
I spilled a bottle of champagne on your fake Birkin because I care about you
When I think about the number of manicurists I’ve had deported over the years, I feel awful
If he uses a Blackberry, he’s too old for you.
Archive for May, 2012
Tags: amazing, dazed, fashion, noomi rapace
Umm, so the crux of this video is that Princeton is a great school…but there are no job prospects. Wompwomp. Harvard >>>Yale>>>>> Princeton but you already knew that
One added benefit of my job is that we hire people from the ‘other consulting firms, which gives us the ‘best’ of what everyone else has to offer at a better pay / hour (we work less hours, get comparable pay at a lower prestige place).
One consequence of this is that you often get that McKinsey mindset and expectations but a capability or tolerance that is not so. That is today’s situation. I feel a bit like I’m drowning in slides and deck changes. It’s actually causing me to stress eat to the max (I just finished off about a full sleeve of chocolate chip cookies).
I am super excited for my end of June return. I don’t mind the occasional push, but I definitely did not sign up for this type of lifestyle. I am however managing perceptions, doing as told and achieving. The cost of my soul = additional weight put on, sleep lost, happiness lost and ‘experience gained’
Last year I was told that no one thought of me when they thought of our alumni reception which I was integral in planning and executing. My manager said that I didn’t self-promote enough and even though she and the overseer of that reception meeting bi-weekly, my impact was minimized. So I thought: OK, I guess my value is nil here.
Now one full year later, and the reception happens again and from my understanding the process is a bit less refined and organized. And my manager tells me that my presence is definitely missed. Oh, so now you see what I’m worth? I mean…I guess…
My key takeaway is that my manager does not appreciate me for what I bring to the table because she doesn’t understand what I have to offer. As a result, most of my accomplishments have been read in the wrong way / with the wrong lens and only now are registering with her. I can’t stress enough how important it is to have a manager that you respect and trust.
Tags: music, sexy
I feel some kind of way with this song, and it’s a good thing…
The lyrics of interest:
All the girls in the club tonight
Put your hands in the air if you gon’ let a playa cut
I’ll beat it beat it up ,
yeah I’ll beat it beat it up ,
yeah I’ll beat it beat it up ,
yeah I’ll beat it beat it up , yeah
Say baby, I really wanna drive you crazy tonight
Lil mama, wanna see them toes way up in the sky
Turn around let me see it from the back
I know you like it when I eat it like that
From the bottom to the top,
Wanna see that waterfall drop drop drop drop
Girl I know you gunna tell your friends
Thats why I gotta beat it up like this
I haven’t felt this overwhelmed in a long time…I am stressed because of the long hours I work, the boring place I live in an the inability to find food that isn’t mayo-based, carb-rich or too small.
At work, I’m managing a workstream which I like because it’s a managerial role but having the responsibility of other people which includes those more senior than me is frustrating. The project is something of an fp and the data seems not to exist and because we are a data driven group over here like is hard…
I went to the gym yesterday which sucked. The gym is tiny and has machines I don’t care about, and even though I hadn’t been in a month, I didn’t feel good. I couldn’t sleep last night and dread going in to work. I tell myself it’s only for a few months, but damn.
And the food situation is so dire here that I cook for myself, which is something I haven’t done since I lived in Chelsea…or in about like 8 months.
This is definitely not my city but I’m going to muster through it and travel on the weekends to continue to deprive my body of the rest it needs but to give my soul the happiness it desires.
And I started a new blog which I think will sorta replace this as the priority until I can find more time to work less, live…etc.
And to be totally clear, these are all first world problems. But still.