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.