It's Only Tuesday?!

WORK
The days of me going home before 6 are no more. I’m trying to make progress in this fish tank of sharks, and life is forcing me to take some initiative where my professional life is concerned. It’s time to step up and show the goods. My goods. The goods that I know I have, but that haven’t yet gotten the respect they deserve. What exactly are these goods, you might be asking? In time my friend, you won’t have to ask. You’ll just know about them. But before that happens I have to cut the cord on my current position. And soon.

PLAY
Putting all my eggs into one basket is something I rarely do. It’s just not how I roll. I roll with responsibility and respect for my heart. Or maybe I’m just safe. Too safe. I might need to find a balance between spreading my eggs like the twelve tribes of Israel covered in bubble wrap and juggling them while wearing my favorite shirt!

WORK & PLAY

Last night, work and play collided in what was a ridiculous affair. The Gnarls Barkley (think ‘Crazy’) concert at the Nokia Theatre in Hell, I mean Times Square, was part of Advertising Week here in NYC. And today I have three things to say:

1. Open Bar = Bad
2. My Boss sharing his One-Hitter = Worse
3. This morning at 6:30am = The Worst

Allegedly, I was walking around Union Square with KT. We were wearing our sunglasses at night and loving life. Now I’m forced to recover and rest up for a weekend visit from BB, my infamously gay sophomore-year-of-college roommate.

The only thing I have left to say is THANK GOD Friday is payday :)

P.S. the PSA of the day is HYDRATION IS BEST! I unofficially miss my Hydration Nazi!!!