So, I have been a productive member of New York society for about 4 months now - ridiculous to think about how much time has literally flown by (I have said that before but I have never meant it more than I do now). Equally as ridiculous is the fact that I have not written a blog for that same amount of time. Way to use your creative outlet, Annie.
Anyway, much has happened in the past few months. Well, actually, that's a lie, because really, I have spent the last 4 months on the 4th floor of 666 5th Avenue, staring longingly at the outside. Again, a lie, because I spent the better part of December and January in Columbus, OH, dodging snow storms and reconciling physical inventory. So, my intro to NYC has been slightly skewed. However, its been enjoyable none the less.
Kelly and Caryn came up to NYC for New Years Eve. It was great to have them here. I was slightly sad when I thought about not being able to spend NYE with any of my close girlfriends and when they said they were buying bus tickets, I was beyond excited. Its funny, it took me a really long time to find my niche in DC, and it wasn't until I was on my way out that I really realized what great friendships I had really created there. I guess thats how it works more often than not.
Then Mom and Laura came to visit the first weekend in January. We did soooo much, it was exhausting! Its when you have visitors that you realize how much this city really does have to offer. I have never been one that plans things or really looks for things to do, but I have found myself doing that here. It was an interesting visit though. My sister and I really treated my mom like crap and I really regret that aspect of the visit. I don't know what it was. Sometimes we just get so frustrated with her and we choose to act like little shits, rather than show an ounce of patience. Lesson learned for the next visit, I just really regret my actions sometimes. All is well now though.
Other than visitors, I got back in touch with an aquaintence from DC. She is super active and into trying new things, so its a great connection to have in the city. So far we have done a 7 hour brunch (complete with about 6 rounds of $2 mimosas), attended a "fashion show"/happy hour where an artist showcased her handmade hairpieces, and attended a Yelp event, a website I had never heard of before 2 months ago.
The next occupier of my time has clearly been work. That's required about 12 to 14 hours of each weekday, some weekends. We are in a hiring freeze and understaffed. That's all I'd care to talk about work right now.
Lastly, of course, I have been able to finally be in a normal relationship. It really hasn't been too much different than how it was long distance. We don't really fight, except occasionally, and when we do, its no different than how it used to be. It's so nice to just be able to say "hey, I'm coming over after work", or to just grab a drink and dinner without have to drive 4 and a half hours! So, its going well. One thing I will say, and I haven't really thought of myself as the marrying kind necessarily, but being in a normal relationship with the person that I know I am eventually going to marry, kind of makes me want it sooner rather than our original plan of two years. There's something I never thought I would say....
That's enough of a synopsis of the past 4 months of my life. There is a reason I haven't written. It's because I am exhausted! Off to bed I go. Must rest up for VEGAS THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sunday, December 7, 2008
What is with these people?
I feel like you really figure out who someone is when they get into a relationship. Like, if they are really an independent person, they will stay independent. They will still spend time with their friends, still do things on their own, will still maintain their own separate life. Its those friends that fall off the face of the earth that make you wonder. Did you really mean all that much to them to begin with? Were you just their crutch until that boy came along that they could throw their lives at? I just don't really get it.
Ok, yes, I was always that girl that never had a boyfriend. I'm not really sure why. Sure, I dated, but nothing serious. I have an idea as to why my relationships never progressed but thats a conversation for later. So, while I was watching my friends come and go (in and out of relationships) I think I got angry. Why did they think it was ok for them to be friends with me when it was convenient for them? A few years ago I would stand on my soapbox and preach about how I would never cut my friends off when I found a boyfriend. I'm sure I was a bit tiresome to a few of my friends. But, in the back of my head I always wondered "what would I really be like"?
So here I am now, in a serious relationship. And I'm not like some of my friends. I have maintained my individuality, my friends, my career, and most of my social life. Sure, my boyfriend is around alot, but I have no problem telling him to stay home if I need my time with my friends or just by myself. What does the way that I act in a relationship say about me? Am I just too indignant to act like the rest of society when they become spoken for? Or am I one of the few girls left that thinks it really is important to maintain my independence? Whatever the reason may be, I know the way I am approaching love is the best way. If my relationship ever comes crashing down, most of my world, my individuality, and my social life will remain intact.
I would love to do a study corresponding people's behaviors in relationships to the success rate of relationships. Until I decide that I care enough, I will just observe my friends. And, of course, continue to get angry each time I lose a friend to the darkside and just want to shake them to wake them up!
Ok, yes, I was always that girl that never had a boyfriend. I'm not really sure why. Sure, I dated, but nothing serious. I have an idea as to why my relationships never progressed but thats a conversation for later. So, while I was watching my friends come and go (in and out of relationships) I think I got angry. Why did they think it was ok for them to be friends with me when it was convenient for them? A few years ago I would stand on my soapbox and preach about how I would never cut my friends off when I found a boyfriend. I'm sure I was a bit tiresome to a few of my friends. But, in the back of my head I always wondered "what would I really be like"?
So here I am now, in a serious relationship. And I'm not like some of my friends. I have maintained my individuality, my friends, my career, and most of my social life. Sure, my boyfriend is around alot, but I have no problem telling him to stay home if I need my time with my friends or just by myself. What does the way that I act in a relationship say about me? Am I just too indignant to act like the rest of society when they become spoken for? Or am I one of the few girls left that thinks it really is important to maintain my independence? Whatever the reason may be, I know the way I am approaching love is the best way. If my relationship ever comes crashing down, most of my world, my individuality, and my social life will remain intact.
I would love to do a study corresponding people's behaviors in relationships to the success rate of relationships. Until I decide that I care enough, I will just observe my friends. And, of course, continue to get angry each time I lose a friend to the darkside and just want to shake them to wake them up!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Say what?
So, I'm writing this blog I guess? Not sure how this works. Should I write the obligatory explanation of why? Ok. Well, I guess I am doing it to have some sort of creative outlet. Ugh, so trite and expected, I know. Whatever, suck it.
Anyway, so I just moved to NYC and took a job with Henri Bendel. How fucking awesome does that sound? No, its not, I'm an accountant. Actually a Senior Accountant to be exact. I took a step down in rank from my old job actually. All so I could move into a company where I could be closer to what I love. I have a passion for fashion, or something. Whether I actually end up doing anything remotely related to the creative side of fashion is yet to be determined. But, for now, I am just considering myself lucky enough to be in an office where people dress ridiculously well and where you might find clothing samples in the next closest cubicle.
I'm am probably one of the more creative accountants you will find. Only I can't even really remember the last time I actually used my creativity. I'm a decent writer, and I guess that skill doesn't really go away when you are writing in some form on a daily basis, even if it is just an email. But I really feel like the "creative juices" that I used to have running through my mind have just, like, disappeared. It's like the endless number crunching, excel formulas, and journal entry approvals have just sucked the creativity right out of me. I guess the purpose of this blog is to figure out where it is hiding. You see, the more I write, the more I creatively think, the better I get at it, and then I'm back where I was before I was brainwashed by the JMU career department who told me all introverted individuals would be great accountants.
So let's start with a blog. My next plan of action will be to somehow get my hands on my very own sewing machine and taking sewing classes. Then I'll be so damned creative I won't even know what to do with myself. I'll still be a number cruncher, but I think I'll be a happier one.
That's my purpose with this thing. Who knows how much I'll write or what I will write about. We'll figure that out I suppose. But I'm not giving out the link to this thing yet. So if there is anyone out there that has somehow come across this, consider yourself lucky to be inside my head.
By the way, I so feel Carrie Bradshaw-esque writing this. Except I am sitting on a king sized bed in a Country Inn and Suites in Columbus, Ohio, and not staring out the window of my quaint NYC aparment waiting for Mr. Big to come along.
Anyway, so I just moved to NYC and took a job with Henri Bendel. How fucking awesome does that sound? No, its not, I'm an accountant. Actually a Senior Accountant to be exact. I took a step down in rank from my old job actually. All so I could move into a company where I could be closer to what I love. I have a passion for fashion, or something. Whether I actually end up doing anything remotely related to the creative side of fashion is yet to be determined. But, for now, I am just considering myself lucky enough to be in an office where people dress ridiculously well and where you might find clothing samples in the next closest cubicle.
I'm am probably one of the more creative accountants you will find. Only I can't even really remember the last time I actually used my creativity. I'm a decent writer, and I guess that skill doesn't really go away when you are writing in some form on a daily basis, even if it is just an email. But I really feel like the "creative juices" that I used to have running through my mind have just, like, disappeared. It's like the endless number crunching, excel formulas, and journal entry approvals have just sucked the creativity right out of me. I guess the purpose of this blog is to figure out where it is hiding. You see, the more I write, the more I creatively think, the better I get at it, and then I'm back where I was before I was brainwashed by the JMU career department who told me all introverted individuals would be great accountants.
So let's start with a blog. My next plan of action will be to somehow get my hands on my very own sewing machine and taking sewing classes. Then I'll be so damned creative I won't even know what to do with myself. I'll still be a number cruncher, but I think I'll be a happier one.
That's my purpose with this thing. Who knows how much I'll write or what I will write about. We'll figure that out I suppose. But I'm not giving out the link to this thing yet. So if there is anyone out there that has somehow come across this, consider yourself lucky to be inside my head.
By the way, I so feel Carrie Bradshaw-esque writing this. Except I am sitting on a king sized bed in a Country Inn and Suites in Columbus, Ohio, and not staring out the window of my quaint NYC aparment waiting for Mr. Big to come along.
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