not gonna lie, i tried to tweet this. but the connection here sucks so bad that i have to blog it.
dumb beach. making me blog dumb shit. here goes: "any given sunday" followed by "serendipity" is the perfect dick-to-chick ratio. blogged from my iphone because the dumb beach has no wifi. stupid, right?
i mean, i've rarely ever been the new kid. i never had to find a clique in the cafeteria or carve out a niche for myself - "i'm the sporty one" or "i'm the yearbook editor." what if i'm not good at it? what if i label myself wrong? i could end up a "mean girl" or the "social leper who eats lunch on the bleachers by herself." oh, the pressure. blogged from my iphone. you'd tell me if i was supposed to, right?
so today, i made what i thought was a lovely analogy: "time works on memories the same way the ocean works on sea glass: softening the rough edges and making the beautiful more beautiful." my mom said, "that's why she's a writer." hours later, she admitted to not knowing what sea glass is ... do you? blogged from my iphone. all's i want to do is open an account at your fine banking establishment. so's i don't have to fill out the paperwork again when i change banks.
but i can't have a bank account without an nyc address or driver's license? bullshit. it almost makes me want to switch to bank of america, since they're right down the street. but not really ... fancy feast has a morning meal for cats now. including eggs. what do you think is really in that?
blogged from my iphone. wowzers. monday's going to be weird.
for the past 295 mondays (roughly, knowing my math skills) i've woken up and gone in to mullen. well, except bank holidays. this monday will mark the beginning of a new adventure: not going in to mullen — as today marked my last friday at mullen. it's sad. really. funny, when we interviewed people for job opportunities at mullen everyone always said two things: "winston-salem: it's close to stuff" and "the best part of mullen is the people." both things are so very true. but i'll miss the people more than i'll miss the ability to be at the beach in 4 hours and the mountains in 3. i'll miss the person i described as "my person." i'll miss my new-found "one of my two favorite partners." i'll miss caring and understanding bosses, a president who gives a shit and people who give a damn. i'll miss some of the funniest people i've ever met — and some of the smartest. i'll miss the guy who blares music throughout the department when he thinks no one's there. and the one who blares it regardless. I'll miss the security guard who brings in presents for "the pretty girls." the people who insist on staying until the thing is done, even if they're not doing it. the people who call bullshit on your bullshit. i'll miss the wisdom of the oldies and the passion of the newbies. i'll even miss the ones we all complain about. and i'll miss the misunderstood, the disgruntled and the batshit-crazy. the ones who celebrate, commiserate and commemorate with a bottle of wine. the ones who you look up to even as they look up to you. i'll miss the ones who send the reminder emails, and the ones always needed to be reminded. i'll miss the ones who see themselves in this paragraph and chuckle and the one who'll be upset that they don't because they don't realize they're "my person." yeah, monday's going to be weird. |
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