So last night I met the son of a VP at Hearst Corporation. What is my life?
We had a pre-screening of Annelise’s latest piece at the office yesterday. I nearly cried in front of my coworkers. Nearly.
We make a magic box that empowers bright minds around the globe. Our work changes lives. I feel so lucky to be able to say that. Well worth the long hours.
Or at the very least just go home.
That is all.
Pooja captures my feelings about my run-in with Edward Norton at a stationery shop in East Village and not even processing said run-in was happening. *womp womp*
In related news, someone has a date this weekend. What.
My coworkers commented that HR will start making them step up their appearance because us new kids dress so nicely. This is how I normally dress.
Sorry not sorry.
Lost the keys to my apartment. I haven’t even moved in yet.
Aaand I left the iron on in my friend’s apartment this morning and just noticed now.
Sometimes I’m not very good at being an adult.