The last week was another rollercoaster, but it looks like things may be starting to level out. Am I an expert in my field yet? No, and far from it. But I also don't feel like I was born yesterday anymore and am starting to feel more confident in my work. Since my husband won't be out in LA until the end of October, it's been a little lonely. I talk to my cat and ...
Yesterday, I'm loathe to admit, was a total shit show. Since it was only the start of my second week and I hadn't worked over the weekend, it was harder than I had imagined to slip back into that already rocky stream. Everything I did seemed to take forever, and Excel has been bitch-slapping me dozens of times a day. At my interview, when they asked about my Excel proficiency, I replied that I am no expert, but know the average amount for my position. They nodded with acceptance ...
Going out in Ktown tonight with my former college roommate. All of my "fun" clothes are all boxed up and in another building until I get my real apartment, so I just had to wear work clothes. ...
The office is quiet in the morning. All the lights are off on my side of the hall (massive, minimal fuss, white walls, white grid). Further down, one or two figures tap at their computers, but overall, the feeling is calm. Outside of these doors, workers have been busy spinning thousands of yards of fabric into fashion--the lights are bright, the talk is fast, and the machines are humming. From where I sit, I have a clear view of the stairway that leads to the rooftop. The ...
This is sad for me to admit, but I feel like I've pretty much lost my sense of fashion identity. That could sound like a petty or idiotic comment, and yet I write it with remorse. It would be one thing if I didn't give a damn about clothes or appearance--if I had an empty closet and if I channeled all my funds to a savings account. The truth is, I work for a certain clothing ...
I love this jumper. It weighs a ton and sheds a lot, but it's still fantastic. I have it in red and white, as well. People will literally stop me in a supermarket or shopping center and ask where it is from (especially the white one. A little ajumma demanded I tell her where I got it once). Anyway, just posting two selcas today. Back to eating Chinese left ...
After a momentary freak out last night, I think I've calmed down. Dean and I got a lot of packing completed today, spoke to our apartment management about leaving (because it's job-related, there is no penalty), set up a credit card account with my bank, and got at least eight boxes packed up. We also found $45 in change! We decided to get Chinese food from our favorite ...