Change Clothes and Go
Buon giorno, bellissime!
Shortly after I posted yesterday, nerves took control. I have no idea why that has to happen. Why can’t we stop nervousness? Sometimes I think that it’s necessary to keep us on top of our toes, but I feel as though my stilettos were doing a fine job of that:
Once fully straightened, made-up and dressed, I grabbed a cab to Union Square. I’ve discovered that cab rides make me extremely motion sick. So much so that gorgeous sites like this don’t help distract me from the ick that much:
I hopped out of the cab when I spied the Kinkos FedEx that I needed, and dashed into the store to print off resumés. And then, in thick heat and skyscraper stilettos, I strutted several blocks to my interview.
To be more accurate, I stopped in the Duane Reade next door to cool down and wipe away my melting makeup. Only after that could I go in for the interview.
It was for a company with which I’ve worked before, and the interview was to ensure that this position would be the direction I want to take my career. I’m not going to go into too much detail, but it was fantastic to see people for whom I’ve worked before and to have a heart-to-heart with them. It was a lovely hour.
Afterward, buzzed off excitement and adrenaline, I walked back to the Union Square Whole Foods while chatting with MamaJ and Dirty Martini. Nay, I hobbled back.
Having not eaten since the morning, my hands were shaking at 4pm, when I finally ate:
Salad and cornbread– all I need.
I followed lunch with a chat with Popsicle and text convos with Muffin and Holly Everythingtarian (how she’s saved in my phone).
At this point, I was convinced my feet were broken. Not wanting to go back to Muffin’s apartment, I knew the only way to forage onward was to change clothes and go. Thank you, Forever21 and your staff, for making this possible:
Renewed, I met Muffin at the Bloomberg Tower. Not before perusing Bloomingdale’s and being mistaken for a non-English-speaking Norwegian, though. (Thanks, dude, for making my day!)
Muffin and I cooled off at Starbucks. Iced coffee for her, mocha light Frappuccino for me. (Hadn’t had one in years!) We then subwayed our way back to her apartment. A middle-aged gentleman started talking to us and immediately accused us of being either “girls from the South” or “girls from the Midwest.” He saved himself by saying girls from the Midwest are the best. Can’t argue there.
Dinner was an unpictured Chipotle salad and chips. We crashed at 10:30. What happened to our party animal ways?
This morning I woke up and hit my head on the ceiling. Fresh start, a good wake-up. I have to remember not to do that tomorrow in the lofted bed.
Things got even weirder when I made breakfast:
Today’s agenda is chockfull of fun. What I really need to do right now is change clothes and go!
Have beautiful Fridays, loves!
Ciao for now,
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