what a week

After a cheetalicious weekend (Charlotte was in town, we went out on the prowl) I was totally loving my life and revved up for the week. Then Monday came and punched my stomach, kicked my shin, and pulled my hair; it was awful. I returned home after being out with Dana&Co around 3:30am Monday morning. Isabelle proceeded to wake me up four times, causing me to groggily drag myself out of bed to feed her, pet her, and hum Miley Cyrus songs...I swear she's more high maintenance than a newborn. Naturally, after a rough night with the baby, I woke up late on Monday morning, shimmied myself into shorts and a plaid shirt and ran out the door. During my transfer at Union Square I used a ninja-like foot jab to try to keep the doors open. Needless to say, the conductor of the train won the battle and the train pulled out the station, leaving me behind on the platform with an aching foot. I finally made it to Teen Vogue and sat down to breathe for a minute before discovering that I was charged $400 for three drinks on Saturday night. I then spent ten minutes arguing with the automated robot girl on the phone at my bank before hanging up (apparently "i want to speak to a human!" is not an available option.) My soy latte did nothing to lighten my mood and I spent my Monday in a classic pissy mood.

Tuesday involved an early wake up (5:45) and a trip to Pier59 studios to help out with a shoot. I abused the open bar privileges (and by that I mean I had two lattes, an iced tea, and three bottles of water), got to play with lots of pretty jewelry, and got yelled at once by a demon woman. Not my fault. After the shoot finally wrapped up I headed to Rachel's where we watched Secret Life of the American Teenager and ate cookie dough and burnt cookies for dinner. Yesterday Lauren and I frolicked around the office all day. During our coffee run my dress blew up to my head as I screamed and tried to wrestle it down with a latte in each hand. I met Dana for dinner after work at Spring Street Natural Restaurant and filled my tum up with tofu, tempeh, and flourless chocolate cake. I met Carolyn afterwards at Millie's bar to cuddle, exchange stories, and justify each other's life choices. Now it's a slow Thursday at Teen Vogue, but at least I'm wearing bright pink shoes? I suppose things are on the up.