There is a precise sense of fondness that can be evoked by strolling down a quiet Village street with a dear friend. It is best to do so after eating brunch in a quiet place, when you have time to drink in all the sunlight streaming down through spare branches. The fondness fits into small places and will wait to be remembered some time a few years from now when a certain angle of light hits the curb in such a way that you’ll remember the uneven patches of sun peppering the sidewalk, the birds rustling in the eaves, the smell of bread rising, the...
Monday, 24 March 2008
Wednesday, 19 March 2008
1. I found out that I sold +$75,500 worth of fancy French lotions in the past five months. This made me sadder than I have felt in a long time. 2. In a rare act of penance, I got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed said fancy French lotions shop’s unspeakably filthy floor. Yes. That was me. I did that. I swept, then mopped, then finally scrubbed the floor with all the elbow grease I could muster trying to regain the soul I had so slavishly sold to the devil known as retail. 3. My university’s corrupt housing association tried to extort money...
Sunday, 16 March 2008
Right before I moved to DC, a friend told me about his Perfect Days Plan. Basically, he takes the last Friday of every month off from work and spends it having the perfect day. This allows him to have at least twelve guaranteed perfect days a year. How he spends them varies but he’s been known to take a nap in his living room filled with clean afternoon light. He might also cruise around town with the windows rolled down, elbow crooked and hanging out in the wind. So casual, so effortless, so…perfect. I like his plan very much and have been devising...
Monday, 10 March 2008
How to High Five Diagram via WiredMostly my company communicates by using a series of alpha-numerical abbreviations of the kind most often seen in a lazy teen’s text. Today, for instance, was Q4 s4s M/SA training. Essentially a corporate version of “U R 2 dum 2 sell stuff”, this fourth quarter “Selling for Success” session meant I’d have to dedicate five whole hours of my life to our basement (a.k.a. “company conference room) with its spores, lung...
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
So there’s this Starbucks I go to every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday (which are lotions shop days, LSDs from now on. Giggle.) My manager usually sends me scuttling into whatever inclement weather that happens to be puking itself over the city in order to pick up two big (venti? I’m not really down with the lingo yet, despite my Starbucks frequenting) “Awakes.” I have no idea what that means, but my manager downs them like you would not...
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