Saturday, July 5, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Ode to the Rat Race
Needless to say, living in the city has been both incredible and beyond stressful. I feel as though everything and everyone is moving at fifty miles per hour. My bills have caught up with my spending (BILLS. I'm officially a cougar). My schedule leaves me an express subway ride's moment for reflection. Work has become my life. What happened to the days of lazy summer vacations?
All this leaves me to question myself, what's the worth of living the "glam" city life? Take yesterday, for example. I went to my internship in the morning, redesigning a flyer perhaps more than seven times over. Then, I checked out and went to the bank to stand in a line of grumbling New Yorkers, deposited my check, and headed to work at the clothing store. We had a huge sale, the place was overrun with women and spending and hangers. One up, though: I used my store credit to purchase a beautiful silk and lace top, of which I immediately wore out.
Did I go home and collapse onto my bed, afterwards? Maybe, make myself a bowl chicken noodle soup? Pop a tylenol? Tucked myself into bed and read myself a bedtime stor- Okay, taking it a little too far, there.
No, I didn't go home. I met my friend, a current intern at Barneys, in Herald Square to go to a Vogue & Barney's bar party on the lower east side. Fantastic but I didn't get home until 2AM (blasted subway construction delays). Feeling unkempt and exhausted, I finally got to bed... just to wake up and do the whole day over again. I could go to a fashion show tonight for a Cornell alumna's new brand, but is it worth it? Sure, these events sound glamorous and fun, but is it worth the work? That's what I'm trying to figure out. That's what I need to figure out before I dedicate my life to the rat race.
All this leaves me to question myself, what's the worth of living the "glam" city life? Take yesterday, for example. I went to my internship in the morning, redesigning a flyer perhaps more than seven times over. Then, I checked out and went to the bank to stand in a line of grumbling New Yorkers, deposited my check, and headed to work at the clothing store. We had a huge sale, the place was overrun with women and spending and hangers. One up, though: I used my store credit to purchase a beautiful silk and lace top, of which I immediately wore out.
Did I go home and collapse onto my bed, afterwards? Maybe, make myself a bowl chicken noodle soup? Pop a tylenol? Tucked myself into bed and read myself a bedtime stor- Okay, taking it a little too far, there.
No, I didn't go home. I met my friend, a current intern at Barneys, in Herald Square to go to a Vogue & Barney's bar party on the lower east side. Fantastic but I didn't get home until 2AM (blasted subway construction delays). Feeling unkempt and exhausted, I finally got to bed... just to wake up and do the whole day over again. I could go to a fashion show tonight for a Cornell alumna's new brand, but is it worth it? Sure, these events sound glamorous and fun, but is it worth the work? That's what I'm trying to figure out. That's what I need to figure out before I dedicate my life to the rat race.
