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some things that make sense in my head don't make sense out loud.



i like:
. coffee
. jigsaw puzzles
. splenda
. pink
. blue mascara
. sunshine
. nyc
. crosswords
. dark chocolate
. learning
. applesauce
. black nail polish
. drama
. yogurt+granola
My latest handbag purchase makes the return of my Coach-dom. For the better part of high school, Coach was my handbag brand of choice. In college, my preference switched to Kate Spade, where it remained until this latest purchase.
Although I’m not a huge fan of the poppy line (I think it tends to look overly immature and way too colorful to be a classic), I love the versatility of the double-straps and the longer crossbody strap. It also has the right about of structure without being too rigid. Safe to say, this will be my last handbag purchase for a while. At least it’s a good one.
PS. Coach’s customer service is amazing. In the past, I once had such an awful experience that I actually wrote them a letter. However, over my past few visits, they have not failed to surprise and delight me with their stellar service. They let me return a ring because it turned my finger green, exchanged a bangle because the clasp wasn’t “working the way I wanted it to” and actually went to search for the above bag after I described it, because they only had one (which I think was a return from an online purchase).

My latest handbag purchase makes the return of my Coach-dom. For the better part of high school, Coach was my handbag brand of choice. In college, my preference switched to Kate Spade, where it remained until this latest purchase.

Although I’m not a huge fan of the poppy line (I think it tends to look overly immature and way too colorful to be a classic), I love the versatility of the double-straps and the longer crossbody strap. It also has the right about of structure without being too rigid. Safe to say, this will be my last handbag purchase for a while. At least it’s a good one.

PS. Coach’s customer service is amazing. In the past, I once had such an awful experience that I actually wrote them a letter. However, over my past few visits, they have not failed to surprise and delight me with their stellar service. They let me return a ring because it turned my finger green, exchanged a bangle because the clasp wasn’t “working the way I wanted it to” and actually went to search for the above bag after I described it, because they only had one (which I think was a return from an online purchase).

It took 9 months for me to realize that I can & will love again. It took another 4 months for me to realize that I might not be loved again.

On Abstaining From Alcohol & Self-Assertion

lenachen:

Rachel Kramer Bussel blogged today about how drinking (or not) shouldn’t be a big fucking deal:

I despise the “You don’t drink?” question when meeting new people. It seems to come with a tinge of “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Maybe I’m projecting, but still, it definitely comes with a tinge of, “You are not like the rest of us.” I mean, really - pregnant or not, can we just drink or not drink on any given night and not have it be a bfd?

I don’t really drink socially anymore and routinely go to bars without ordering anything (well, except for chili cheese fries, which I could eat for dinner every night). Most of my friends know this about me and Patrick doesn’t drink often either, so it’s only ever awkward when I’m at a huge house party with strangers and not drinking. I think people come across as a bit judge-y toward non-drinkers, because my refusal of alcohol could be construed as a condemnation of their decision to drink. It’s certainly not, of course, since I used to be a huge binge drinker myself. And when I have dinner parties, I always offer my guests a litany of alcoholic beverages. Besides, I’m honestly not that invested in other people’s health or dietary choices.

There is definitely a “drinking culture” among college students and young adults, in that bars are a default meeting place and drinking is a default weekend and post-work social activity. While I do enjoy the occasional pub crawl and even the occasional six or seven shots, that’s definitely not what I want to do every weekend. Or every other weekend. Or even every month. And yeah, every few months or so, I’ll get a little tipsy midday (which i did during that 90-degree afternoon last week), but I hate getting flack for not doing so during the typical cocktail hour, whenever that may be.

Amber L. Rhea gives some good advice on what to do if you’re treated like a freakazoid for refusing booze:

I always reference a comedian whose name I can’t even remember now but who once did a routine on how people don’t act all weird about anything else the way they do about alcohol. People don’t go, “You don’t use mayonnaise? Why? Are you addicted to mayonnaise? Is it okay if I use mayonnaise?”

Seriously, I don’t care if you drink, and I will not judge you for being drunk in front of me. Just give me the same respect!

I can definitely identify with most of those thoughts. Though I was never a HUGE drinker in college, I at least consistently drank at parties or when we went out. It ended gradually. After Freshman year, in hopes of slowing my weight gain, I stopped drinking beer. Then, I just grew tired of always getting sick and throwing up, so I significantly reduced my alcoholic intake. For anyone who knows me, you know my tolerance was never higher than 2 drinks a night, on a good night. Usually, I averages one drink per occasion.

Now, I usually limit my drinking to special occasions, or in extremely uncomfortable/potentially awkward situations (ie: house party where I only know 1 other person). And even then, it’s a surprise if I finish just one drink. Most of friends know this by now (even the bartender around the corner from my apt knows to just serve me water) and don’t make a big deal about it. Unless it’s my birthday, then the peer pressure is on.

But really, why should it matter? I spend less on going out, save money during dinner, and I’m a cheaper date! Plus, I can fully enjoy and remember the drunken antics of my friends and help them along, too. Also, I can still dance like there’s no tomorrow and have a good time. So please, save me the calories, the dollars and the judgment.

If I write down a goal, it’s more likely to come true.

I REALLY need to clean my turtle’s tank this weekend. I couldn’t find him earlier today, the water is so opaque with algae.

Dear Chase,

Your “supervisor” Maria’s best customer service line was, “We would hate to lose you as a customer, but there is nothing I can do to help you.” When questioned why I should bother opening a Chase account, she gave me no reason. All I needed to be happy was my first set of checks for free (valued around $24), but she couldn’t even do that for me. Considering the absolutely horrific experience I have had with Chase over the past two days, you’d think she’d have a little sympathy for me and want to do something. But instead, in the end, she rushed me off the phone, stating that she said what she needed to say and couldn’t do anything else, so she was done with me.

One day, when I’m an influential billionaire (or married to one), you’ll want me as a customer. And guess what? I will turn you down, grinning wide as the sky. Because I vow to never open an account with you, and I will deter as many people as possible from doing business with you. Because your customer service is severly lacking, and I would never want to subject my friends to that.

Sincerely,

NOT your customer.

To buy or not to buy… THAT is the question. It’s so sparkly!

To buy or not to buy… THAT is the question. It’s so sparkly!

I think I actually need a planner now.

The next few weeks at work are beginning to blow up. Like, seriously. The first week of April, I’m helping with a refresh Monday afternoon, then going to a Leadership training course for 3 days (T-Th), then flying out Thursday night to upstate NY to help with a standards training (F-Sa), then flying back Saturday evening, and Monday I’m helping with another refresh after work. Plus, my boss is on vacation for the beginning of that week, so it’ll be crazier for me. And then Tuesday I’m getting a massage with L for Spa Week! It’ll be much needed, I’m sure.

Even though my schedule is becoming increasingly busier and is impeding on other aspects of my life (I had to drop one of my FIT classes because of the Monday evening refreshes), it’s great for me, career-wise. The fact that I was asked to assist with the training up in Rochester is fantastic… it’ll be great exposure for me, and a great experience. I had my mid-year evaluation of sorts this week… it’s really nice to get so many praises from all of my bosses (all 3 levels of them). One of the few points of improvement mentioned is that I need to stop underestimating and under-selling myself and really start talking myself up more. I’m just not used to it! I’m not used to actually doing something right. But apparently the clients talk about how great I am, customers like me and my managers and employees all seem to be fond of me as well. So, that’s a plus.

It’s amazing how different my feelings are towards work now, versus a year ago.

Met a guy at work the other day who totally understood AND AGREED with my dislike for the west side. Besides downtown, near work. But he totally sided with me regarding places like Meatpacking and Midtown West.

Boston is really not that bad of a city…

Boston is really not that bad of a city…