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.