Travel plans

Off to Spain and Ireland for a week. Hazaa!

It’s hard to believe that at this exact time one year ago, I was living in Europe. Time flies. I miss it to an extent but am still very glad to be home. Can’t wait for this visit to see the lover, of course, but also to experience Dublin for the first time. I’ve never done a 10-hour layover, and I fear I may be too old to fully enjoy the rush of it. Yet somehow I intend to make it work. I’ll practice a sleeping regimen here to try and negate my jet lag.

On top of it all, my credit cards now have a chip, so I can use my CC’s abroad. Also the EURO <-> USD rate is phenomenal (actually, I just checked and it’s not as great as last week but still). I am definitely in need of this vacation.

Let’s have fun

I should take a shot every time someone I know wins an award. Hmph. I’d end up one drunkass biatch.

This said on the tails of my previous entry on jealousy. I need to quit falling victim to the green-eyed monster. Let’s have some fun instead.

Wrist

My first workout injury happened yesterday. I feel like a dunce. One big bro-ey dunce.

I was told to lift heavy with fewer reps. Although that remains true, I think from now on, I shouldn’t bite off more than I can chew. There DOES exist a limit for when I’m in way over my head. Especially when it comes to shoulders day. As a consequence, my wrists are in a world of hurt today. Every grip is filled with in and even holding a spoonful of cereal is too demanding.

I just pray this doesn’t become permanent damage. I had begun to get in such a good rhythm at the gym.

The New Life in the Big City

Welcome back from the ether. Let me update you since my last real series of entries.

I’ve since moved from Harlem to Morningside Heights. I pay a fair amount more but live in a location that’s phenomenally better and free from the oppressive aura of my previous landlord, James Clow. Albeit, this current apartment did lose my rent checks…but all has since been figured out, and I’m once again liking where I live.

I graduated from Miami Ad School, and I got a job at Publicis Kaplan Thaler as a junior copywriter. Now I’m back to the work grind. Although, it doesn’t seem like I’ve been away for that long given I’ve been freelancing and interning the past year, but now I’m getting paid a helluva lot more. Feels good to be employed.

On the other hand, I realize it’s not the sexy edgy agency everyone desires as their first creative job out of school. All my peers are looking for fame. Their ambition hungry. Not to say that I’m not, but I feel that I’m a little older and more aware of what I truly want. Admittedly, I’m jealous of all those around me getting jobs at hot shops, but at the same time, I realize I’ve got it pretty good where I’m at. Great pay. Great benefits. Really flexible schedule. Just not sexy. Sometimes I find it difficult to not envy, but I do realize I should find happiness with what I have because I’ll never find it coveting what I don’t.

Lastly, I had a visit from some T.D. Wangers I had once worked for back in Seattle. I was greeted by a piece of bad news for them but closure and vindication for myself. Turns out the woman I always had beef with at the agency revealed her true colors and ended up screwing them over professionally and personally. All of what I warned them came true, and showed me that once again, I should believe in my gut. I’ve learned plenty of lessons since then, and I won’t make the same mistakes twice.