My pants just ripped at work.

My blogging habits are out of control, sorry for such slim pickings lately!

First I’ll fill you in on Sunset shenanigans and then you can read through other recent scribbles that I never actually got around to posting…oopsy!

Well, life is pretty good lately. I’ve been working at the Carlyle Group, filling in for someone who I think may not actually be returning which meannnnnnsssss…..I just may have found THE job! For all of you reading this saying “isn’t Carlyle finance? Didn’t she say all this time she didn’t want to be doing anything related to finance?” Well the truth is yes, I kind of did say that. BUT THIS seems to be the complete package. The job itself should be pretty relevant to just about any future endeavor and I actually love the people in the office. My education is appreciated, people actually care about where I’ve been and what I’ve done up to this point. That is rare, I’ve learned.

So, if this works I will do my best to just be awesome and learn as much as I can.
Also, I think grad school is on my horizon. And by horizon I mean wayyyyy out there, like an oil rig in the Gulf…but still. I’m pumped.
Job = way more adventures coming up. Yahoo.

Emily and I went to another Jennifer Nettles concert on Wednesday night. We aren’t really groupies but we found an amazing deal for tickets and just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. As always she rocked and we had a great time. MARK COHN was there (the guy who wrote Walking in Memphis) and they performed together. WOWZA.

Embarrassing story of the century: a daily fear that became a reality this morning

Picture New York City. Tall buildings. At 8:30 in the morning there are thousands and thousands of people rushing into alllll of those tall buildings, from midtown to downtown and everywhere in between. Coffee in hand, black coats on (by the way, there are way less puffies and a lot more woolens and furs in hedge-fund world than in Weinstein world), and building-badges out and ready to swipe. Many building have rotating doors, you know, the fun spinning kind.

The thing is- have you ever been trapped in one of those doors? Or thought “what would happen if these doors got all jammed up, too many people trying to crowd in…”? I have. I’ve often wondered what would happen if two strangers accidentally ended up in one slice of the door-pie and well, THIS MORNING I FOUND OUT.

I was just minding my own business and walking into work when I accidentally somehow managed to go into the same little area as the stranger ahead of me! The door continued to rotate for a second before hitting the back of my shoe, coming to a slamming stop, hitting the guy who was now just inches ahead of me…he shouted “HOLY $HIT YOU SCARED ME SO BAD!”

Seconds later we were moving again but he was about one-scare notch away from needing resuscitation. I shouted “happy Friday!” and gave the poor little guy a pat on the back. Thankfully we needed to board separate elevators, YIKES. By the way…about 50 people in suits and black wool coats saw this all happen. Que verguenza.

Other than that….

It’s still cold. When will New York stop tricking its inhabitants and just WARM THE HECK UP!????? Better start thawing out soon because I’ve got visitors coming! April is going to be a very busy month around here. Lauren and Ashleigh are coming to see me, my mom will be here for a few days, AND I get to zip over to Cali for the big wedding in just a few weeks. CANNOT WAIT!

A fun-filled weekend awaits. Who knows, maybe I’ll write again!
Until then…read some old news:


Ah, let’s see.

I’m currently sitting at my new little chest of drawers/night stand/desk (that I found on the “trash pile” last week after doing laundry downstairs. #WINNING!
Emily got a BIG one, we really lucked out! I think some of our neighbors had an “out with the old, in with the new” furniture movement and ditched these beauties.) and sipping hot chocolate. It’s a bit chilly, as our heat is once again out. WHAT THE HECK!?

Let’s catch up. So, my Weinstein temping days are over. I gave it a good shot and tried to say “Hey, hire me because I can see that you need me around here,” but it just didn’t work. That’s okay. I will never forget those three awesome weeks when I worked in the presence of Harvey Weinstein, himself. A real New York experience that just can’t be matched. And during awards season! I wish I could have maybe stayed through the Oscars….oh well.

On my last day at the office it also happened to be Philip Seymour Hoffman’s post-funeral-get-together, at the restaurant located just right downstairs. As I waited for my ride after work (I was headed to NJ for a few days), several celebrities were filing out of the restaurant or waiting to be shuffled into one of the many black vehicles parked outside of the building. I felt cool, paparazzi lurking…I pretended that they were taking pictures of me, so my hood was up and I was looking cool. Am I weird? Anyway, my bags toppled over right there on the sidewalk and I bent to pick them up. On the way back up….Maya Rudolph was standing right there in front of me! I dorkishly let out an “Oh, hey!” and then went on my way. Dweeb moment. (Maya Rudolph is the hilarious Saturday Night Live star that most people love.)

My trip to NJ was awesome, and I even got to take a spontaneous trip to Atlantic City with the Navarras. It was really fun- thanks, Mom and Jean especially for getting me hooked on casinos and slots…
We stayed at Revel, which most likely means nothing to anyone who is reading my blog BUT you should all know that the area in general has a vibe somewhat similar to Biloxi. Maybe a little less happening, but still similar in size and casino-scope. Also, I won $7,000!

Just kidding, $70. But still.

After my little trip to NJ I trucked it back to NYC and got back on the temp track. I started at another hedge fund hesitantly, kind of dreading it, and without a smile…BUT I’ve actually really been enjoying and now it looks like it MIGHTTTTT turn into a full-time gig. No, it is not my “dream” job but it’s a good job. And…I think it might be time for me to start raking it in and living it up. I’m ready for weekend trips, Knicks and Nets games, Mets and Yankees games, plays and operas, really good food that we’ve not yet discovered….New York stuff! We’ll see what happens 🙂

Well, speaking of the new place. It’s located directly across the street from SAC, which is just so…funny to me. I mean, LITERALLY right across the street.
Anyways the people there are pretty great and I’m enjoying sitting on the “trading floor” with a variety of people doing all different types of jobs. Across from me is a trader, to my left and right are other assistants, and behind me is a crazy Indian lady who heads the operations team. She keeps me laughing pretty much 100% of the time and I’ve actually had dash to the bathroom at least once every day because I am laughing uncontrollably. She is NUTTY!

Picture a really tall and handsome Ken doll. And his name is actually Ken, he’s probably a millionaire and lives in Connecticut. So KenDoll came out of his office on Friday and was talking to a guy who sits somewhere behind me (we all sit in big long rows, no cubicles, just long rows of computers so everyone is talking all of the time, which I love). Here’s how the conversation went:

KenDoll: “Hey man did you see Frontline last night? Secrets of the Vatican? It was a-mazzzinnnnnnggggg right?!”
MysteryGuy: “OMG yes it was awesome, I never miss a Frontline I freaking love that show and I couldn’t believe that episode!”
(goes on for a while)
KenDoll: “Yeah, I used to never miss an episode but now I have bee-keeping classes on Thursday evenings…”
(silence everywhere)

WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?! BEE KEEPING????!!!!!!!!! CLASSES??????!!!!!!! Is that a real thing that people do? Or just Ken Dolls who live in Connecticut and have millions of dollars? What an interesting character…

Speaking of interesting characters, Emily got us tickets to go to a play last night kind of on the lower east side/Chinatown area and it turned out to be really great! It was a small theater, probably about 40 people there to watch, we had a great time and realized we need to get out more! Hence my sudden job epiphany. Job = money and experience = do fun things and grow wardrobe = dream job comes later with more experience and better clothes.


Back in my Weinstein days I started writing a post and never finished…see below:

Ripped pants are not cute. Especially not at work. Well, they were CHEAP pants but still.

I think maybe it’s about time to pull on the old running gear again and start pounding the pavement. After all, I AM going to be back on the beach scene before we know it.

But juuuuuuuust when I’m ready put these legs into a higher gear, I look outside and see people slipping and sliding like there’s no tomorrow. This morning was the equivalent to…

Imagine a Sonic slushie so giant that it could fill a lake. A GREAT Lake. Now dump it on NYC. Ok, that’s not so bad. But then, picture a million people all dressed in black hitting the town around 8 am, (of maybe 9 if they’re creatives). Slush on the stairs down into the train, windows fogged up on every car- so foggy that when the train pulls up you can’t tell if it’s full or empty!

The doors open and you see either a few shining seats of glory OR 58392579089022590 people praying to God that you do NOT try to squeeze in with them. This morning trains were actually not so bad (most people probably worked from home), so I got seats all the way to work. Something frightening, the 2 and 3 lines LOST POWER! IMAGING BEING ON A TOTALLY DARK TRAIN IN A TOTALLY DARK TUNNEL WITH PEOPLE DRESSED IN TOTALLY DARK CLOTHES AND IN TOTALLY DARK MOODS! EEK!

(By the end of the day that pure icy slushie has turned into more of a…Coke Slush…
Is anyone understanding my analogy?)

Thankfully, Target supplied me with the most amazing snow/slush boots ever to land on this planet and I happily skipped through puddle after puddle BUT that wasn’t the case for most. The majority of my co-workers immediately shouted “WHAT THE $*(#@*” as soon as they stepped off of the elevator today. One girl was drenched, another guy looked like he had been washed and was hanging to dry. Droopy in every way.

So, in conclusion. The running gear will remain folded neatly on my shelf until this arctic tundra completely thaws, melts, and runs off into the Hudson…when people can once again roam the streets of New York without being splashed with road sludge or slipping into the abyss of endless icy mudwater.




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