New Beginnings

So I left my godawful job last month over a conflict of ethics (i.e. my boss didn't have any and demanded that I give up all of mine, naturally I refused to do so 'cause a girl's got to be able to look at herself in the mirror...if only to make sure her outfit isn't a total disaster).  Flash forward to just over a month and I'm still unemployed (and oddly happy about it).  Anyways, I'm in New York this weekend for Teen Vogue's Fashion U (putting that last paycheck to good use).  I scored a volunteer gig as a Kodak Girl (who knew that my one photography class and helping teach it for one week at a summer camp would pay off?), which means that I get to be a semi-official photographer/videographer for the event (at least some of my stuff will end up in the online yearbook...I hope).  Still better, aside from the memory cards, which I have to hand over later today, I get to keep the 2 cameras (one's a video camera) that they gave to me to use.  That alone covers the cost of my ticket to the event, so it's like I got in for free but bought two kickass cameras.  This weekend has been crazy, with some really good stuff (like the cameras) and some really bad stuff (having monthly feminine problems and rarely getting a chance to go to the bathroom because you're either in a seminar or dashing between buildings bites).  Weel, I have to go get ready for the day.  Buh-bye.

The upside to being fired.

Normally people are gutted when they've been fired, but I couldn't be happier. The only downside is that I now have not steady source of income. My ex-boss is a sleazebag who thought that my refusal to do something incredibly hypocritical was an act of insubordination. it's not like he wanted me to do it for any good reason except that it would have helped him make a substantial amount of money, of which I would have gotten absolutely none (i.e. there was zero incentive). If you want your employees to do something morally corrupt, you better make sure that they know that there's something in it for them. Naturally, I didn't refuse without an ace up my sleeve, because I have an interview for another job on Monday. So crazy, yes, but crazy like a fox, as the old saying goes.

The face of trolls...

Photo from NYT

That is the face chosen to represent trolls everywhere. How very apt as he looks to be every inch a geekboy who probably had horrible acne and head gear for his braces when he was in middle school. The only redeeming feature is that he's not obese. Let this be a reminder to us all that there's no such thing as a hot computer geek.

Technology, annoying people, and fashion! Oh my!

I'm the last person that people should be seeking out for IT help, but it turns out that there are still some people who don't know the new basics. So I was the one who had to set up Skype and Pamela for recording a video interview via Skype and I may have to come in to work on Sunday afternoon (damn it) and set everything in motion and be there to troubleshoot (oh joy).

In other news of events that I don't want to happen, but most likely will, I have to come face to face with one of the most annoying whiners I've ever come across. Said person is a client who must come in to sign something, lest we mail it to him and he loses it like he lost the last thing that we sent to him to be signed (it was even paperclipped to a sase, so all he had to do is sign it and then stick it in the pre-addressed envelope and drop it back in the mail). God must hate me.

And, finally, a fashion tip: a lady should always have a pair of black pumps with sturdy heels, because they are failsafe shoes that can go with any outfit.

If you're going to slack off at work...

...don't blast the audio for an X-Files episode on your office speakers. Just a friendly reminder from your girl blogging on the sly.

By the way, normally I don't go for impossibly cheesy romance novels, but I do like the phrase "fangbanger." Sounds kinky, doesn't it?

December in July...

The problem of living and working in a fog bank is that warm summer days are rare. I have yet to have a day where I'd be able to wear this adorable skirt that I found at H&M over a week ago. Most of the time, I continue to wear my coat indoors as well because it seems that a heating system is nonexistant here (downfall of an old building). I feel fortunate if I get to see the sun at all and the fog hangs so low that it deludes one into thinking that it might rain, but never does. My kingdom for a day with temps in the mid-70s.

I am not the bathroom monitor...

The new woman at the office has asked me on multiple occasions for someone was in the bathroom. Is she incapable of knocking on the door and asking if someone is in there? Maybe. Meanwhile, my boss is on a shouting stampede. It's enough to make a girl whip out her iPod in order to drown out the noise. I need to find a new place to work, one filled with people who don't annoy the hell out of me.

Office Candy...

Finally met the IT guy for my office.  He's attractive, in shape, and has a great name (who honestly wants to date a guy with a blah name like Bob?).  Unfortunately, he set off my gaydar like an Elton John album.  Why, oh why do major cities have to be magnets for attractive gay men and why are so many gay men so damn attractive?  Almost makes a girl want to be a drag king.  At least there will be no temptation for a tawdry office romance...

Lazy mornings...

There something guiltily luxurious about sleeping in until whenever and then waking up to a yummy breakfast of whatever you want (my guilty pleasure? bacon...and not that turkey low-fat crap, if you're going to indulge then don't half-ass it).  That's exactly how my morning is and I don't have to do anything if I don't feel like it, unlike most entry-level assistants who are doing all sorts of last-minute grunt work to appease those in command.  Not like my boss could do anything about it, because he doesn't pay me enough to do superfluous shit.  Off to go catch myself up on the goss blogs.

To apply or not to apply...

When one finds a killer job with great benefits, does one apply or no? I'm debating whether or not to jump ship at my current job (hourly and doing grunt work) that I've been at for less than 48 hours for a more interesting and lucrative position. Does she or doesn't she? Or does she apply without telling anyone and see what happens? If you're bright, you can guess what this girl is going to do tonight.

Beware of assistants...

We are the eyes and the ears of the office. You pay us to hide your dirty secrets for you. It's true when Andrea Sachs claimed in TDWP that assistants have the power. Second day on the job and already I've seen stuff that shouldn't be divulged. Let's just say that there are some women who are too emotional and love letters shouldn't never be sent to an office.

Speaking of offices, always land a job in a place where there are stores that you love to shop at and a killer Starbucks nearby. I'm glad I did.

Your personal life just got a lot more public...

If your employer wants to, s/he can hire a hacker (which are a dime-a-dozen these days...too bad they still don't offer a Hacking for Dummies book, something like that could come in handy for revenge on an ex-best friend or to find out if your s.o. is the cheating type) to crack into your oh-so-private Facebook or MySpace profile, you know the one with that picture of a very drunk you sucking face with a very yummy stranger in a for your eyes only photo album that you only make semi private when you want to remind your new ex's buddies that you can do so much better than their friend before deleting them from your contacts. Hence why I created this blog, furnished with a new email account created expressly for that purpose. I used to be a prolific blogger, writing down everything, but then, as I started sending out my resumes, I realized that recountings of my wild nights when I was a sophomore and a junior weren't going to impress any member of an HR dept. and so I deleted them all. But even Perez Hilton can't shut up for long, so I've moved my observations and opinions to here. Hopefully I'll have no reason to stop typing any time soon.