spot, collaborate and listen
im back with a brand new position
something grabbed ahold of me rightly
flows through my mind and makes me float lightly
will it ever stop?
yo, i hope no
turned up the heat
i think so
to the extreme i rock the job like a vandal
flipped on the switch and now i burn like a candle
ok i could go on with my rendition of "melissa at spotco meets vanilla ice" but i think i may have lost most of you already... so good news- gainful employment is mine! (think ben abromowitz getting the part of sky masterson in slums of beverly hills for the correct intonation on that last statement. and if you havent seen that movie dont ever call me again) so im officially on the payroll at the awesomest place ive ever had the pleasure of mutually enjoying. starting last week, i became the executive assistant to our creative director. HOLLA! funny, i made it in just under a year. cant believe ive lived here that long, but in some respects it almost feels weird that i havent actually been here longer. case in point: i walked down to times square from my office b/c i needed some shampoo from the big-ass duane-reade (think walgreens or eckerds for you southerners) and started thinking about how it had already been a year. then i realized that not once had i looked up in awe or facination at the carnival of the senses that is the essence of times square. its become life. anyway, my last weekend at the movie theatre was this past, so i really have no idea what im going to do tomorrow night. its amazing how much less i worry about cramming things into the precious moments i have between leaving the office and going home because i have these thrilling things now called "days off." have you heard of them? apparently they can be used to do laundry or go to central park or sit on my ass and watch the pbs special on my new hero, bob newhart. in 2 words: good times. im writing this to you, dear reader, from my brand new mini-mac. i fucking love this machine. to celebrate newfound loss of job anxiety, kt organized a kick-ass happening last night. we started off the evening at lips, a seriously dope restaurant where your waitresses and dinner entertainment are fabulous drag queens. after 2 super big frozen cosmos i spilled a shot on our waitress, all beef patty, and headed for the greatest bar ever, the west side gaf. if youre feeling bored (and you must be if youre still reading this) check out the website and theres a photo of me mackin it in one of the photo collections. travis came up from philly for the occassion, lots of regal peeps were accounted for and spotco was represented by danielle, darren, and...ME! it never gets old, people. so thats whats going on. in a nutshell (a really big nutshell, possibly a tortiseshell even). hope youre doing well, remember to reach for the stars- or at the very least dont do vegetables and eat your drugs.
something grabbed ahold of me rightly
flows through my mind and makes me float lightly
will it ever stop?
yo, i hope no
turned up the heat
i think so
to the extreme i rock the job like a vandal
flipped on the switch and now i burn like a candle
ok i could go on with my rendition of "melissa at spotco meets vanilla ice" but i think i may have lost most of you already... so good news- gainful employment is mine! (think ben abromowitz getting the part of sky masterson in slums of beverly hills for the correct intonation on that last statement. and if you havent seen that movie dont ever call me again) so im officially on the payroll at the awesomest place ive ever had the pleasure of mutually enjoying. starting last week, i became the executive assistant to our creative director. HOLLA! funny, i made it in just under a year. cant believe ive lived here that long, but in some respects it almost feels weird that i havent actually been here longer. case in point: i walked down to times square from my office b/c i needed some shampoo from the big-ass duane-reade (think walgreens or eckerds for you southerners) and started thinking about how it had already been a year. then i realized that not once had i looked up in awe or facination at the carnival of the senses that is the essence of times square. its become life. anyway, my last weekend at the movie theatre was this past, so i really have no idea what im going to do tomorrow night. its amazing how much less i worry about cramming things into the precious moments i have between leaving the office and going home because i have these thrilling things now called "days off." have you heard of them? apparently they can be used to do laundry or go to central park or sit on my ass and watch the pbs special on my new hero, bob newhart. in 2 words: good times. im writing this to you, dear reader, from my brand new mini-mac. i fucking love this machine. to celebrate newfound loss of job anxiety, kt organized a kick-ass happening last night. we started off the evening at lips, a seriously dope restaurant where your waitresses and dinner entertainment are fabulous drag queens. after 2 super big frozen cosmos i spilled a shot on our waitress, all beef patty, and headed for the greatest bar ever, the west side gaf. if youre feeling bored (and you must be if youre still reading this) check out the website and theres a photo of me mackin it in one of the photo collections. travis came up from philly for the occassion, lots of regal peeps were accounted for and spotco was represented by danielle, darren, and...ME! it never gets old, people. so thats whats going on. in a nutshell (a really big nutshell, possibly a tortiseshell even). hope youre doing well, remember to reach for the stars- or at the very least dont do vegetables and eat your drugs.