You know what makes any business lunch better? Bloody Mary's. Any sort of tension, reservations or even shyness seem to be put aside with bloody mary's. Not 5 bloody mary's, but just 1. Thats all it takes to have a fluid conversation when a sale is the end goal. That and even have a few good laughs.
Not that I really have any desire to go into straight sales, but at this point, I am picking up a good amount of tips along the way.
Tip of business- why wear a suit and be up tight, when you can do business comfortably with a yummy bloody mary?
My life always seems to become an adventure. The road less traveled is a common path of mine. Some of the situations I get myself into are too good to keep to myself- so I have created this blog to share. Some you'll laugh, some you'll think about and possibly, some you might cry but lets be honest.. prob not.. but none the less- this is my world. Welcome and enjoy :)
Friday, July 26, 2013
Citi Biking and my backside
Growing up, I would have night mares of my jeans ripping in school, which would reveal my brightly colored underwear. As time passed, this nightmare slowly disappeared I became more confident in myself, and my ability to laugh things off.
Well, let me tell you, it is STILL embarrassing Last night, after a work happy hour, I decided to ride one of the awesome Citi Bikes home. If you dont know what they are, you should. Citi Bikes are the public bike system that NYC has implemented There are stations all over the place, and is only $100 for a year pass. Having this membership has saved me over $50 a month for subway passes. Anyways, I was riding home, a 3 mile ride from the West Village. I was in a skirt, but a long one so I was not worried about seeing straight up my skirt. I had a helmet on, safety first, of course. I was doing everything right.
About halfway home, a cab driver started yelling at me. Thinking it was a typical NYC heckle, I ignored him. This city has taught me to not pay attention to people I dont know, good, bad or different. So I continued on my treck home. I park the bike at the station, and go to my apartment, a good 3-4 block walk. When I go inside, Trevor gives me a hug, and asks me, 'Why is your skirt unzipped?' I looked in the mirror, and MY WHOLE BUTT WAS SHOWING. Exactly what the cab driver was yelling at me about!!
Thank goodness I didn't see anyone I knew the entire way home, other than all of Times Square, and the rest of New York City. So congrats NYC, you have officially see my butt.
Peace, Love and underwear,
B
Well, let me tell you, it is STILL embarrassing Last night, after a work happy hour, I decided to ride one of the awesome Citi Bikes home. If you dont know what they are, you should. Citi Bikes are the public bike system that NYC has implemented There are stations all over the place, and is only $100 for a year pass. Having this membership has saved me over $50 a month for subway passes. Anyways, I was riding home, a 3 mile ride from the West Village. I was in a skirt, but a long one so I was not worried about seeing straight up my skirt. I had a helmet on, safety first, of course. I was doing everything right.
About halfway home, a cab driver started yelling at me. Thinking it was a typical NYC heckle, I ignored him. This city has taught me to not pay attention to people I dont know, good, bad or different. So I continued on my treck home. I park the bike at the station, and go to my apartment, a good 3-4 block walk. When I go inside, Trevor gives me a hug, and asks me, 'Why is your skirt unzipped?' I looked in the mirror, and MY WHOLE BUTT WAS SHOWING. Exactly what the cab driver was yelling at me about!!
Thank goodness I didn't see anyone I knew the entire way home, other than all of Times Square, and the rest of New York City. So congrats NYC, you have officially see my butt.
Peace, Love and underwear,
B
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Did we skip September?
Just yesterday, I was complaining about how hot is has been recently. Dreading another day of heat. My complaining seems to have been heard loud and clear. So much so, that its not even breaking 75 today! This is straight fall weather.
But you will not hear any complaining anymore. This is amazing. Global warming, today, I commend you.
Sometimes I cannot decide if I am low maintenance or just lazy. It seems that every girl I come in contact with in NYC is extremely concerned with their hair, their nails, their makeup, their eyebrows, and the ultimate: fashion. Some of these things- I have never really been into. It takes me about 30 minutes flat to get ready for work in the morning. My makeup ritual consists of a little eyeliner and maskera. I don't feel self conscious, or ugly, its just me. My style can be considered a little unique, but again, its just me. So why is it such a surprise that I don't really wear makeup, I don't take a ton of time to do my hair... I will even go out of my apartment, without makeup! GASP!
Is this where the self conscious issues start happening, when other girls cannot understand why I do not really care too much about looks? Because then I start to wonder if I am doing something wrong.... but then I snap back to reality, and remember... nope. I would rather by outside, soaking in the sun, than inside spending an hour doing my hair and makeup.
The conclusion: I am just not a girly girl.
Peace, love, and wearing a sweater.. in July,
b
But you will not hear any complaining anymore. This is amazing. Global warming, today, I commend you.
Sometimes I cannot decide if I am low maintenance or just lazy. It seems that every girl I come in contact with in NYC is extremely concerned with their hair, their nails, their makeup, their eyebrows, and the ultimate: fashion. Some of these things- I have never really been into. It takes me about 30 minutes flat to get ready for work in the morning. My makeup ritual consists of a little eyeliner and maskera. I don't feel self conscious, or ugly, its just me. My style can be considered a little unique, but again, its just me. So why is it such a surprise that I don't really wear makeup, I don't take a ton of time to do my hair... I will even go out of my apartment, without makeup! GASP!
Is this where the self conscious issues start happening, when other girls cannot understand why I do not really care too much about looks? Because then I start to wonder if I am doing something wrong.... but then I snap back to reality, and remember... nope. I would rather by outside, soaking in the sun, than inside spending an hour doing my hair and makeup.
The conclusion: I am just not a girly girl.
Peace, love, and wearing a sweater.. in July,
b
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Summer Sweats
This glorious city... has turned into a smelly and sweaty heat box. Not sure why its surprising anymore. Every summer has been the same. But this summer seems hotter. Almost unbearable. I have tried everything to stay cool. Wear less clothing, drink lots of water, stay in the shade, anything to keep myself cool- but no matter what I do, I end up sweaty.
The worst has been walking into work... with sweat stains. There is no way to avoid it. Thankfully, today it has been a little cooler. But I do feel bad for the guy that sits next to me. I don't think I smell... but it looks like I should.
Although I love NYC (I can say that honestly), I have come to an understanding with myself, that for now, New York is where I should be. Everything is at my fingertips. But, I can't help to think... whats next for me? Where will me and T end up after this. There will come a point where it gets old. The point when I will give in and want a puppy- which I want now.. but have you ever seen a puppy pee on the sidewalk? It's just mean.
Eventually we will have to settle down, find a city thats right for us. I want the beach, the warm, the sunshine. As long as there are planes, trains, and automobiles I don't mind living away from my parents. And interesting concept coming from a girl who use to cry whenever the though of sleeping out would come up. But who knows.
I just need to keep focusing on today. Getting through my days, and taking things one step at a time. A little hard, but one at a time.
Peace, Love and Staying Sweaty
b
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Yea, I'm still here...almost 25
Where have I gone? No, I havent forgotten you, my dearest old friend. Life has just gotten in the way.
I spend 9 hours a day in front of a computer, typing away, researching, and reading, and most of my writing has now switched to paper. Frankly, because I just cannot stare at the screen anymore. But what am I writing for, to complain?
nope.
And thats a new goal for me- to stop complaining it usually is never aloud, but even the companying in my mind is starting to take a toll. I need to remember that what is important in life is not what happens to you, but how you react to the things that happen.
Our relationship is an unbalanced one. Its all take, take, take. I only come to you when my outlook is foggy, and I am looking for direction. But that is not very fair, not at all. So I'll try, I cannot promise, but I will try. I will try to stay in touch more, to give the fun stories that are happening in my life.
Almost a year ago, to the day, I set out with an idea, the 365 days to 25. To document the year, see what happened. But this idea soon deflated. Got lost in the black hole, called life. Would it have been cool, hell yes. But, oh well. Can't change my laziness
My year of 24, while still not over, has been a crazy one. Finally settling in NYC, 3 jobs, 1 apartment, multiple trips, and a few family road bumps, but overall, 24 hasn't been that bad. An adventure, and a challenge. Some challenges I never wish on my worst enemy, but things that will set the tone for the rest of my life. Things that in time, I will look back on, and think... it happened, that sucked. We all have those, though, dont we?
But bring it on 25, in less than a week, I am coming for you.
peace, love, and moving on up,
b
I spend 9 hours a day in front of a computer, typing away, researching, and reading, and most of my writing has now switched to paper. Frankly, because I just cannot stare at the screen anymore. But what am I writing for, to complain?
nope.
And thats a new goal for me- to stop complaining it usually is never aloud, but even the companying in my mind is starting to take a toll. I need to remember that what is important in life is not what happens to you, but how you react to the things that happen.
Our relationship is an unbalanced one. Its all take, take, take. I only come to you when my outlook is foggy, and I am looking for direction. But that is not very fair, not at all. So I'll try, I cannot promise, but I will try. I will try to stay in touch more, to give the fun stories that are happening in my life.
Almost a year ago, to the day, I set out with an idea, the 365 days to 25. To document the year, see what happened. But this idea soon deflated. Got lost in the black hole, called life. Would it have been cool, hell yes. But, oh well. Can't change my laziness
My year of 24, while still not over, has been a crazy one. Finally settling in NYC, 3 jobs, 1 apartment, multiple trips, and a few family road bumps, but overall, 24 hasn't been that bad. An adventure, and a challenge. Some challenges I never wish on my worst enemy, but things that will set the tone for the rest of my life. Things that in time, I will look back on, and think... it happened, that sucked. We all have those, though, dont we?
But bring it on 25, in less than a week, I am coming for you.
peace, love, and moving on up,
b
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Valentines Day
I love all holidays. Any holiday to decorate, celebrate, dress up in a theme, or give creative presents- I am in. This might be something I got from my mom, because without fail, every year, she would give me a valentines day present. It might be because she felt bad for me, because before the ripe age of 23, I never had a boyfriend. I came close once, when I was 15- but I dumped the kid a day before February 14th. Crushed his poor little heart- he even wrote a song for me... on a paper lunch bag. But other than that, Valentines day was reserved for my parents to give me candy I 100% did not need- and a stuffed animal of some sorts. Although these gifts came from my parents, I still loved Valentines Day.
Everyone that says they hate Valentines day because they don't have anyone, or they think its stupid- come on, get a grip. Its just a fun day to tell people you love them, and wear red. Lighten up- sometimes its fun to leave this dark, global warming world, and live in a pink, candy world. And everyone needs someone to tell them they are loved. So tomorrow- tell everyone you love them- even if you just kind of only like them. Spread the cheer. Laugh a little harder at someones joke, give up your seat to someone who needs it, or even just the smallest thing, smile back at someone who smiles at you. This is turning into a rant. But I think people should just be a little more loving and caring. There is always someone, somewhere that is having a harder time than you. So love the Valentines day. Get struck by cupids arrow, nothing bad is gonna happen.
In other news- I decided to grow my hair out for locks of love. So many people in my life have been effected by cancer lately, and in the past- so its time to give apart of myself, the least I can do. I did the breast cancer walk a few years ago, and now its time to give part of myself again. Consider it my Valentines day treat to the world.
Peace, Love, and Eat a candy heart-
B
Everyone that says they hate Valentines day because they don't have anyone, or they think its stupid- come on, get a grip. Its just a fun day to tell people you love them, and wear red. Lighten up- sometimes its fun to leave this dark, global warming world, and live in a pink, candy world. And everyone needs someone to tell them they are loved. So tomorrow- tell everyone you love them- even if you just kind of only like them. Spread the cheer. Laugh a little harder at someones joke, give up your seat to someone who needs it, or even just the smallest thing, smile back at someone who smiles at you. This is turning into a rant. But I think people should just be a little more loving and caring. There is always someone, somewhere that is having a harder time than you. So love the Valentines day. Get struck by cupids arrow, nothing bad is gonna happen.
In other news- I decided to grow my hair out for locks of love. So many people in my life have been effected by cancer lately, and in the past- so its time to give apart of myself, the least I can do. I did the breast cancer walk a few years ago, and now its time to give part of myself again. Consider it my Valentines day treat to the world.
Peace, Love, and Eat a candy heart-
B
Monday, February 11, 2013
Yea- its been awhile.
I have come to the conclusion that I am a binge writer with this blog. I turn to this portal when my words can not form from my mouth to come out in complete sentences or even make sense. Just like sometimes you cant make sense of things going on.
You try to add them up- logically, 1+1+1=3. That's what should happen. But what about when 1+1+1=8? What about when the world around me does not make sense? What happens when I almost break down, knowing that I need to pull it together, when my knees buckle, when I cannot get a word out of my mouth, when my airways close up to the point of choking, and all that appears are tears. Tears, upon tears, upon tears. They never end. At some point I think they subside- and then, just one thing happens, and there they come, like I have never cried once in my life.
I am known to have a lot of feelings- being emotional makes me who I am. I feel for others- I try to include everyone, I feel pain, even when someone else is hurting. I smile with everything I have, and in turn, cry with everything that I am.
Thats just me. And for some reason, the mess that I have become over the past few months is functioning. I am not quite sure why or how, but it just works.This emotional state of uneasiness- of always what will tomorrow brings, has become a normal state. Between new jobs (yes again), family ups and downs, hurricanes, snow storms, bone suprs, and other things- every day is a guessing game. Who knows whats going to happen. And I am ok with that- but I am also ok with the fact that today, just today- hardcore sucked.
So. I cried about it. Plain old cried. I am an ugly crier. But the tears help me make sense. And I am lucky enough to have someone to make me laugh through the headache, redeyes, and stuffy nose that come from crying. And once the crying stops- the laughing starts.
peace, love and utter disarray,
b
Also- no promises that I will write more consistently But, like I have before- saying that I will try. Gotta find myself again once the rollercoaster comes to a coast. Wouldn't that be nice? But then again... coasting might be boring.
You try to add them up- logically, 1+1+1=3. That's what should happen. But what about when 1+1+1=8? What about when the world around me does not make sense? What happens when I almost break down, knowing that I need to pull it together, when my knees buckle, when I cannot get a word out of my mouth, when my airways close up to the point of choking, and all that appears are tears. Tears, upon tears, upon tears. They never end. At some point I think they subside- and then, just one thing happens, and there they come, like I have never cried once in my life.
I am known to have a lot of feelings- being emotional makes me who I am. I feel for others- I try to include everyone, I feel pain, even when someone else is hurting. I smile with everything I have, and in turn, cry with everything that I am.
Thats just me. And for some reason, the mess that I have become over the past few months is functioning. I am not quite sure why or how, but it just works.This emotional state of uneasiness- of always what will tomorrow brings, has become a normal state. Between new jobs (yes again), family ups and downs, hurricanes, snow storms, bone suprs, and other things- every day is a guessing game. Who knows whats going to happen. And I am ok with that- but I am also ok with the fact that today, just today- hardcore sucked.
So. I cried about it. Plain old cried. I am an ugly crier. But the tears help me make sense. And I am lucky enough to have someone to make me laugh through the headache, redeyes, and stuffy nose that come from crying. And once the crying stops- the laughing starts.
peace, love and utter disarray,
b
Also- no promises that I will write more consistently But, like I have before- saying that I will try. Gotta find myself again once the rollercoaster comes to a coast. Wouldn't that be nice? But then again... coasting might be boring.
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