Sometimes my life feels like an ironic theme song to a 90s sitcom. I’m pretty lucky in the sense that the job I have is in a field of interest to me. I work in fashion, I get to pick out clothes, and get the latest and greatest in make up and fragrances before it hits the market yet it seems no matter what industry you work in, you seem to find a boss or manager straight out of “Office Space”. (Yeah, I’m gonna have to get you to work some more evenings and weekends, for no extra pay, and could you please fill out this shortage report… (sips coffee)…yeah, ok.)(=I mean seriously! Does being in a position of authority mean your day FINALLY consists of endless smoke breaks and coffee time??!? Where’s my effing cappuccino machine!?!?!) Those of us that work in truly inspiring places really need to count our lucky stars, because you’re few and far between. Not to rag on work. I do get to make a lot of my own decisions, and have a lot of creative freedom, but don’t you ever feel under valued? Taken advantage of? I guess that’s the plight of your twenties. A lot of work, for little recognition, so that in turn, when you do hit your thirties you can ask those in their twenties to do a lot of work and take their recognition. Oj wej. Can’t we all just play nice in the sandbox? Either way, I’m closer to my thirties than I care to admit, and the tables are about to turn… never mind, I’ll play nice in the sandbox.
Anyway, here’s what I dragged my heels to work in.