Lord, what a day.

When your husband says to you in the morning, “Honey, you have a brand new job and a cool title. I think… you need some new clothes.” you KNOW you’re looking busted. It may be some women’s idea of heaven to spend a Saturday shopping for new clothes, in Manhattan no less. I am not one of them. I love clothes. I love dolling it up sometimes. But I want those clothes to just materialize in my closet. In a retail establishment I run out of patience right quick. Still, I will shop this weekend.

It’s “Internet Week” in NY. My boss is on the executive committee, so I hauled myself downtown for an 8am panel discussion on entertainment media. When I got there I learned 8-8:50 was a networking breakfast. The panel didn’t actually start until 9. As would say, “Blast Knuckles!” I did get a free yogurt parfait, but I would have rather had the additional hour of sleep.

Next week I’ll be working in Knoxville so I can get to know the team. Damon and Alden are coming along, which is lovely. Now grandmothers are piling on, so I think it will be exhausting but fun. This afternoon, looking at my travel reservations, I realized that I’d set the car pickup one day too late. So I called the travel office to ask them to fix it. That was when they told me that my plane ticket was not so much actually purchased. I said, “Wah!? Wuh?! I have a confirmation email!” Turns out it was just a confirmation that I had found a flight I wanted (I guess). “So… I have no ticket?” No, I have no ticket. Then I lay on the agent that my husband and tiny tiny baby are on that flight. (I bought their tickets separately because I am a Girl Scout and wanted to keep my expense report clean and easy.) She was able to get me actually booked on the flight, but I don’t even want to discuss how much that ticket cost with only three days notice and no Saturday overnight. Really. I hope I don’t get a beat down.

Oh, and the asparagus I wanted to make for dinner had gone rotten. *shakes fist at sky*

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36 responses to this post.

  1. On the upside, you didn’t find out at the gate that you didn’t have a ticket…

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  2. On the upside, you didn’t find out at the gate that you didn’t have a ticket…

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  3. On the upside, you didn’t find out at the gate that you didn’t have a ticket…

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  4. On the upside, you didn’t find out at the gate that you didn’t have a ticket…

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  5. On the upside, you didn’t find out at the gate that you didn’t have a ticket…

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  6. On the upside, you didn’t find out at the gate that you didn’t have a ticket…

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  7. I am getting the same message from my spouse on the occasion of my shiny new job–the only trouble is that his fashion sense on my behalf leans a little toward the… uhm, skanky, and left to my own devices I dress like a nun. What is office-appropriate these days, anyway?
    And I totally hear you on the asparagus. (sigh)

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  8. I am getting the same message from my spouse on the occasion of my shiny new job–the only trouble is that his fashion sense on my behalf leans a little toward the… uhm, skanky, and left to my own devices I dress like a nun. What is office-appropriate these days, anyway?
    And I totally hear you on the asparagus. (sigh)

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    • It’s so confusing. I had just a little bit gotten the hang of my last office and now that stuff isn’t really appropriate here. At my last place there was a hilarious level of tolerance for things like mega-cleavage. But I’m still at a media company, so super-conservative is not it. And yet, I’m about to move to the Knoxville office and I know that will change the game yet again.
      I’m no help at all. I like to wear clothes that are as close to my pajamas as possible.

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    • It’s so confusing. I had just a little bit gotten the hang of my last office and now that stuff isn’t really appropriate here. At my last place there was a hilarious level of tolerance for things like mega-cleavage. But I’m still at a media company, so super-conservative is not it. And yet, I’m about to move to the Knoxville office and I know that will change the game yet again.
      I’m no help at all. I like to wear clothes that are as close to my pajamas as possible.

      Reply

    • It’s so confusing. I had just a little bit gotten the hang of my last office and now that stuff isn’t really appropriate here. At my last place there was a hilarious level of tolerance for things like mega-cleavage. But I’m still at a media company, so super-conservative is not it. And yet, I’m about to move to the Knoxville office and I know that will change the game yet again.
      I’m no help at all. I like to wear clothes that are as close to my pajamas as possible.

      Reply

    • It’s so confusing. I had just a little bit gotten the hang of my last office and now that stuff isn’t really appropriate here. At my last place there was a hilarious level of tolerance for things like mega-cleavage. But I’m still at a media company, so super-conservative is not it. And yet, I’m about to move to the Knoxville office and I know that will change the game yet again.
      I’m no help at all. I like to wear clothes that are as close to my pajamas as possible.

      Reply

    • It’s so confusing. I had just a little bit gotten the hang of my last office and now that stuff isn’t really appropriate here. At my last place there was a hilarious level of tolerance for things like mega-cleavage. But I’m still at a media company, so super-conservative is not it. And yet, I’m about to move to the Knoxville office and I know that will change the game yet again.
      I’m no help at all. I like to wear clothes that are as close to my pajamas as possible.

      Reply

  9. I am getting the same message from my spouse on the occasion of my shiny new job–the only trouble is that his fashion sense on my behalf leans a little toward the… uhm, skanky, and left to my own devices I dress like a nun. What is office-appropriate these days, anyway?
    And I totally hear you on the asparagus. (sigh)

    Reply

  10. I am getting the same message from my spouse on the occasion of my shiny new job–the only trouble is that his fashion sense on my behalf leans a little toward the… uhm, skanky, and left to my own devices I dress like a nun. What is office-appropriate these days, anyway?
    And I totally hear you on the asparagus. (sigh)

    Reply

  11. I am getting the same message from my spouse on the occasion of my shiny new job–the only trouble is that his fashion sense on my behalf leans a little toward the… uhm, skanky, and left to my own devices I dress like a nun. What is office-appropriate these days, anyway?
    And I totally hear you on the asparagus. (sigh)

    Reply

  12. I am getting the same message from my spouse on the occasion of my shiny new job–the only trouble is that his fashion sense on my behalf leans a little toward the… uhm, skanky, and left to my own devices I dress like a nun. What is office-appropriate these days, anyway?
    And I totally hear you on the asparagus. (sigh)

    Reply

  13. It’s so confusing. I had just a little bit gotten the hang of my last office and now that stuff isn’t really appropriate here. At my last place there was a hilarious level of tolerance for things like mega-cleavage. But I’m still at a media company, so super-conservative is not it. And yet, I’m about to move to the Knoxville office and I know that will change the game yet again.
    I’m no help at all. I like to wear clothes that are as close to my pajamas as possible.

    Reply

  14. You are so, so right.

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  15. I SUCK at shopping for myself, but I really enjoy picking things out for other people. I would love to be your personal shopper. 🙂 But I live in a remote corner of the world with limited shopping ability.

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  16. I SUCK at shopping for myself, but I really enjoy picking things out for other people. I would love to be your personal shopper. 🙂 But I live in a remote corner of the world with limited shopping ability.

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  17. I SUCK at shopping for myself, but I really enjoy picking things out for other people. I would love to be your personal shopper. 🙂 But I live in a remote corner of the world with limited shopping ability.

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  18. I SUCK at shopping for myself, but I really enjoy picking things out for other people. I would love to be your personal shopper. 🙂 But I live in a remote corner of the world with limited shopping ability.

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  19. I SUCK at shopping for myself, but I really enjoy picking things out for other people. I would love to be your personal shopper. 🙂 But I live in a remote corner of the world with limited shopping ability.

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  20. I SUCK at shopping for myself, but I really enjoy picking things out for other people. I would love to be your personal shopper. 🙂 But I live in a remote corner of the world with limited shopping ability.

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  21. Oh man, I’m sad I can’t take you up on that.

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