Nap Love
*** wants to go to a movie tonight and I'm gonna see if he'll agree to Japonica beforehand. I really wanna see Zodiac, but he doesn't like creepy killer movies, so I bet it's a no go.
Life is so nice right now, and yesterday and today were perfect adgirl workdays. Amanda is in the city for less than 36 hours- she IM'd me this morning and asked me what I was doing for lunch. Work was v. slow today {all i had to do was put the info from my fabulous budget and staffing plan into a Word formatted estimate, and after that there was literally nothing for me to do}, so I told her to swing on over to SoHo at 12:30. We had lunch at Felix. The waiter was extra snottily French. I was so hungry I thought I was gonna pass out. After we ate we checked out this adorable boutique right around the corner from my office. I bought a very 70s vintage dress and a really adorable empire waist babydoll shirt/dress made out of soft, thin cotton jersey. By the time I got back upstairs the entire agency was in rabid party mode- yesterday it was announced that we'd been named the agency of record for a leading brand of beer. 80 million dollars worth of business. The party was catered by Dean and Deluca, and the beer company rolled a truck up to our front door and loaded in cases upon cases of product. In the morning each full-time staff members had found a cold chilled mini-keg on his or her desk. So, from 2pm on it was party time. I grabbed a beer, ate a plate of fruit and confirmed that I had to meet with the agency president on Monday to go over my estimate in order to present it to the client on Tuesday. At 3:30 I told the GM I was gonna head on home since my work was done and he told me, "Make sure you bill us for a full day. I don't play that [nickle and diming on the freelancers' hours] shit, and I think we're going to be working together for a long time." I said that was great to hear, "since [the brand we just won] is my favorite beer," which it is- at least as far as being the one brand of beer I know I can order anywhere in the world and know it'll taste good. It's the West Indian lager of choice, so I have a lot of experience drinking it. After I packed my stuff up to go it took me less than 30 minutes to get home. I took a bath, then went upstairs and took a nap on the fur rug. Now I'm gonna backtrack to the bathroom again to wash my hair and try and look cute for ***. I'm planning on wearing my new babydoll dress with boots and tights. Maybe I'll get adventurous and trim my hair. I just need to give myself a few more minutes to wake up a bit.
I'm reallllllly looking forward to hanging with *** tonight. We had such a good time last night- he told me while i was still at work that he wanted to see me, and I knew he was working on a retardo collateral project for a cable channel, so I figured he'd spent the day glued to his chair, so when I left work I stopped by Lucky Strike and got some food to take home. When I got off the train I had a text from him saying he was on his way to my house. He was waiting inside the gate when I got there. He stayed for 3 hours before he went back home to finish his freelance stuff. We just had such a good time together last night! It's just really nice to sit and talk with him sometimes. We talked about work stuff and I asked him what his philosophy on self-esteem is and we played with the cute, silly vinyl collectible toy he bought me for my birthday... I dunno- I just love spending time with him. If I can keep up this steady working/spending quality time with *** groove then this'll be an awesome Spring.
Peace.
Life is so nice right now, and yesterday and today were perfect adgirl workdays. Amanda is in the city for less than 36 hours- she IM'd me this morning and asked me what I was doing for lunch. Work was v. slow today {all i had to do was put the info from my fabulous budget and staffing plan into a Word formatted estimate, and after that there was literally nothing for me to do}, so I told her to swing on over to SoHo at 12:30. We had lunch at Felix. The waiter was extra snottily French. I was so hungry I thought I was gonna pass out. After we ate we checked out this adorable boutique right around the corner from my office. I bought a very 70s vintage dress and a really adorable empire waist babydoll shirt/dress made out of soft, thin cotton jersey. By the time I got back upstairs the entire agency was in rabid party mode- yesterday it was announced that we'd been named the agency of record for a leading brand of beer. 80 million dollars worth of business. The party was catered by Dean and Deluca, and the beer company rolled a truck up to our front door and loaded in cases upon cases of product. In the morning each full-time staff members had found a cold chilled mini-keg on his or her desk. So, from 2pm on it was party time. I grabbed a beer, ate a plate of fruit and confirmed that I had to meet with the agency president on Monday to go over my estimate in order to present it to the client on Tuesday. At 3:30 I told the GM I was gonna head on home since my work was done and he told me, "Make sure you bill us for a full day. I don't play that [nickle and diming on the freelancers' hours] shit, and I think we're going to be working together for a long time." I said that was great to hear, "since [the brand we just won] is my favorite beer," which it is- at least as far as being the one brand of beer I know I can order anywhere in the world and know it'll taste good. It's the West Indian lager of choice, so I have a lot of experience drinking it. After I packed my stuff up to go it took me less than 30 minutes to get home. I took a bath, then went upstairs and took a nap on the fur rug. Now I'm gonna backtrack to the bathroom again to wash my hair and try and look cute for ***. I'm planning on wearing my new babydoll dress with boots and tights. Maybe I'll get adventurous and trim my hair. I just need to give myself a few more minutes to wake up a bit.
I'm reallllllly looking forward to hanging with *** tonight. We had such a good time last night- he told me while i was still at work that he wanted to see me, and I knew he was working on a retardo collateral project for a cable channel, so I figured he'd spent the day glued to his chair, so when I left work I stopped by Lucky Strike and got some food to take home. When I got off the train I had a text from him saying he was on his way to my house. He was waiting inside the gate when I got there. He stayed for 3 hours before he went back home to finish his freelance stuff. We just had such a good time together last night! It's just really nice to sit and talk with him sometimes. We talked about work stuff and I asked him what his philosophy on self-esteem is and we played with the cute, silly vinyl collectible toy he bought me for my birthday... I dunno- I just love spending time with him. If I can keep up this steady working/spending quality time with *** groove then this'll be an awesome Spring.
Peace.