Gawd, I hate it when this blog turns into a work diary. (The whole thing screams 2007*.) But this week has been great. That's saying a lot, to think that the workweek isn't over yet for me.
It's been awezum working with a devoted team of artists-logicians, giving a face to the brand I carry to the local media, deciding between hot pink and baby pink or serifs and sans serifs, and dodging/fighting/surrendering to the usual roadblocks that make work work. At times though, it's too fun that it becomes a paid hobby - exactly how productive time should elapse.
Perhaps I am swooning like a kid on his first date and will dread this romance one day, but I'd like to capture this moment as accurately as I can. I haven't felt anything like this (professionally) in a long time after all.
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*Naknampoocha. Haha.
Look at a 'vision entry' I wrote back in, ugh, 2007. So far, it's been seeming real.
Lesson here: Write your projections and they'll find a way to your present.
*time and motion study 1 (written June 2007)
8:30 am – Woke up after only 5 hours of sleep and six snoozes (intervals of 5 minutes) until finally deciding to get up and heat leftover Chinese from two nights ago. Last night’s launch party was a hit. Thanks to an efficient staff, generous sponsors, and a fabulous guest list. Smoked the breathtaking city skyline ‘ Good Morning. ’
8:40 am – Checked personal email and comments from ‘the’ blog while brushing teeth. Never gave up on that bad practice. Must explain the bubble stains on the hardwood floor.
8:45 am – Cold shower while singing excerpts from the Rent Soundtrack and a soon-to-be hit from this obscure band discovered at a gig five blocks down. Never lost that tremolo; those days singing with the church choir were worth surviving post-pubescent limbo.
9:05 am – What to wear? So much free designer duds lying around the couch, nearly half of them unworn and last season. But really, who cares if it’s last season? The rest of us can only afford it now anyway.
9:45 am – Cab to work. Traffic’s hopeless. Might as well hit the subway. Backed out of the ride. Ran into an old friend from high school while buying a subway card. Free dinner on Saturday. Don’t we all love freebies?
10:20 am – Office Lobby. Not worth the attention given to Hamish or ALT as they step out of their Town Cars, but you’ve got to admit; people see you differently if they’ve seen you ’re doing a pretty good job. Smiles,besos , and small talk abound.
10:23 am – Elevator talk. The whispers are so potent they could sub for a double dosage of Vitamin C.
And that, dear reader, is the editor's note to my September Issue.


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