Hunks to Husbands

Hello Ladies and Gents,

I’m about to get a little Carrie B. on you guys. Nah, this isn’t the New York Star, but it’ll do. It’ll do pig. Sorry, couldn’t resist that. 8x10 Library Love -Original Fine Art Photography-Unique Anniversary or Valentine's Gift, Neutral, Book Lover, Vintage Style, Polaroid

I was chatting with my girl today, if we were in Sex and the City the musical, she’d be the Samantha I suppose. Anyways, so we were discussing labels and my reluctance to label this summer thing anything more than a summer thing when we discovered an issue we both had somehow acquired. Somewhere, after accepting our high school diploma and out growing our high school relationships we gained this realization that in college the next guy that makes it to the second date might end up being our husband someday. How scary is that? Sure, the odds are against us.  Of course we aren’t imagining every guy that walks by in miniature form on the top of a cake. Thank goodness marriage isn’t either of our life goals, but damn shit’s getting real! Excuse my French.

My Sam’s 20th birthday is a pinky-toe away. While we’re celebrating making it through our teens without any major mishaps, permanent dates on the other hand, as excited as we are to find them, are pretty damn scary. Have any of you come to this realization? Are you in the same boat as us? I’d love to know if this is a whoa, we’re growing up thing, or a weird, you guys are over-reacting! don’t have a midlife crisis in your twenties thought shared among friends?

Leave it below.

xoxo,
-E

Update: Working Girl No More

Hello Lovely Readers,

I promised I would explain why the posts have been a little lighter lately. Well you see, last week a major shoe malfunction on my way to work forced me to the conclusion that my commute was extremely too long and  therefore inconvenient.  I turned right back around, got back on the train and went home. I curled my hair, put on my go-get’em outfit topped off with my black pumps and went to town, literally. I picked up a few job applications, scheduled a few interviews, went to F21 for a new go get’em outfit (that always lifts my spirits) and then headed home.

By the time I got home my feet were killing me. Did I mention it was like a thousand degrees outside? I had a reese sized blister on each foot. I had sweat an amount equal to that of a lengthy sauna visit and I had sat next to a woman going through a stolen purse. (If you’re reading this lady; who works at apple, whose purse was stolen: you’re welcome)

Well anyways, the next day, I set out in my new go get’em outfit and heels, only to find myself lost with bigger blisters, resumes and applications damp from the humidity and rain, make up smudged and morale very low. When all seemed on he brink of a major crumble, I got a call from my mother telling my sister was in labors. At  this point, lost in the city maze, blocks and hours past my interviews, I threw my hands in the air.

If you hadn’t connected the dots already, I’m home. Quit my job, no longer a city girl (for now). It’s a sad fact.  I would be ashamed of having ever gone, but damn, how many nineteen year olds do I know that would go 9 hours from everyone they know to live alone for the summer? None (incase you’re wondering).

It looks like my summer won’t so much be discovering myself in the city (although  I mostly enjoyed doing so), it will actually be getting to know my new nephew, tackling DIY projects hands on, and hopefully working on my tan. Strange, this might be my first summer since I was fifteen not working.

I hope y’all will stick with the new direction.
xoxo,
-E

picture source (this cute etsy store!)

Life as a Working Woman Pt. 3

Okay cats,

Just showered and had dinner after a long second day at work. (emphasis on long) I’ll start from the beginning. Well, I stopped by the McDonald’s across from the bus stop for breakfast, but also for my first wake-up call that I wasn’t in Carolina anymore. I walked in looking forward to a nice warm and salty country-style ham biscuit. Unfortunately, I was given a Canadian Bacon biscuit, that despite it’s exotic name, left much to be desired.  Oh to be beneath the Mason-Dixon again… but I digress.

Once I got to work, we started things off with a pretty long and draw out conference call, half of which was the director telling an unknown office to put their phone on mute, he got pretty frustrated. (the task at hand here was keeping a straight face).  After successfully not falling asleep or laughing during the call, we got to work. Once again I talked to some awesome people ( and some not so awesome people ), but this time I’m not sure if I made quota. Luckily, I did so well yesterday I have some wiggle room. Only time will tell if I did half as well today or not, here’s hoping! Finger’s crossed!

The highlight of the day was definitely making a few friends in the office. It turns out a few of my coworkers live in my neighborhood, so we chatted about getting together on our day off, so that’s exciting! Yay first friends in the city!

After work the company wanted to take everyone out for a meal (  incentive to socialize with your co-workers) and while I was totally down, after five and half hours on my feet, my legs were killing me and I honestly don’t think I had another smile in me.  So, I headed back home. Fortunately, there’s another office dinner outing next week, so I’ll definitely attend! I mean, how nice is it that the company wants to buy the entire office dinner once a week?

Anyways, while the day wasn’t so bad, the minutes did seem to tick by like months. And, by the end of he day my face was a mess. Tips for all day drugstore makeup? Please and Thank you!

Sorry this post wasn’t so interesting, I’ll try to take note of the more thrilling parts of my day tomorrow! ;)

xoxo,
-E

P.S. Since my day wasn’t so exciting, here’s a wishful video for tomorrow and you.  Enjoy the music, have a laugh at the video. Ohh fashion of the early two-thousands…

Life as a Working Woman Pt. 2

Hello All,

So, suspensefully, I added to be continued to my post “Life as a Working Woman”, I’m sure you recall, if not head on over to recent posts, click the link, and check for yourself if you don’t believe me.

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Told you so. Anyways, today was the continued part. At approx. 8:16 am I boarded a bus to the metro station, then boarded a metro, and then finally at approx. 9:14 am, I arrived in Dupont to get breakfast before I started my new summer job. Well to say the least I was nervous, but I began may day right with 180% of my daily vitamin C, (thanks apple juice! Keeping my immune system strong like a champ) and then headed over to the office.

I began on a sort of clumsy foot, pressing the little intercom buzzer three times before I figured out they were telling me stop hitting the button and come on up, mini-fail, but I had time to recover. I went around and introduced myself, learned their special motivating clap, (I’d share but it’s top secret) ;) , trained for a while and then got straight to work.

How was it, you ask? How did I do?


Claps for E! I did great! Lots of nerves for nothing so far. I can’t give specifics, but it was so much fun. I tripled my expected quota, talked with some awesome people, who were actually interested in what I had to say and really spread my little social butterfly wings. Yay for success! It’s only the first day, so there’s plenty of room for mistakes, screwups and probably even a few failures, so I’m taking it all in with a grain of salt, but boy does it feel good today!

Cheers to learning as you go, promotions on the first day, and a helluva bonus! <3

xoxo,
-E

P.S. Do you have any success you would like to share? Do something outstanding? Scored an internship? Tell me about it!
The celebration doesn’t have to end here!