Hump Day

Happy Hump Day, people!  It's Wednesday, which is my favorite day of the week, because it's 12th Street Wednesday Day.  Ever since I found out about my new job, we've gathered at 12th Street Ale House down on 12th and 2nd on Wednesday to chill out, watch Jeopardy, and take advantage of the best happy hour in town.  But I mean, it's mostly for the Jeopardy, even though I'm really terrible.  And also for the fact that I'm trying to finagle my way behind the bar tonight.  Because that sounds like a really excellent idea for everyone.

Wednesday also means that it's magazine day at work!  Which basically means that we get seventeen thousand magazines delivered to my desk and I scan all of them for relevant articles (and delicious food pictures because I'm pretty much a fiend).  And magazines come in the mail.  Which reminds me of mail.  Which brings me to the following blog topic.

I have to introduce you to someone.  He's someone very special to me and we spend quality time together every day.

Who is that hiding in my drawer?  Why it's...

A happy little whale!

That opens letters!  It's a letter opener.  Hence why is opens letters.  And it's a happy whale.  Who is my buddy.

Hello, whale.  Welcome to the interwebs.

Today is a busy day, so that's all for now, but I'm debating video-blogging ("vlogging," as the kids say these days) my Halloween costume this weekend if it's funny enough.  So like, look forward to that.  Or something.

Have a happy day, kiddos!

Love,
Courtney

Cookie Day

I meant to take this picture earlier but a swarm descended upon the cookies and, well, you see what happened.

Yesterday was cookie day in the office.  Cookie day? you may ask.  What is this magical event of which you speak?  Well, I am just so glad you asked, my friends.

I love baking, and while I also love eating baked goods, I don’t make it a habit of eating an entire batch of cookies in one sitting (usually).  I used to make cookies, only to have most of them eaten by my jerkatron neighbors, who would actually stand outside our door and smell if anyone was cooking, but now, I have found a much better outlet for my baking.  Coworkers!

I wrote in my introduction bio for my job that I looked forward to winning my coworkers over with my delicious baked goods, and everyone thought I was kidding but I never kid about such serious topics.  It’s hit the point where, if I don’t have cookies out on my desk Wednesday morning, the crowds start pestering me about where the baked goods are at.  And I’m like, guys, I’ve got THINGS TO DO and PEOPLE TO SEE and WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP EATING MY GOLDFISH NEIL they are multicolored and I don’t want to share.

Well, yesterday I was having Cheezits for lunch instead of goldfish and you best bet that there would be a smackdown before anyone touched my Cheezits so I figured I’d better make some cookies.  So I made two different kinds, those oatmeal raisin ones I made a couple of weeks ago and the classic chocolate chip which I churned out in about 20 minutes from start to clean-up with my Kitchenaid mixer, thankyouverymuch.

Here’s the thing, people.  This was a very special cookie day because it was actually the last cookie day ever.  You see, some THINGS have HAPPENED recently.  Tomorrow is my last day at my current job in media sales, and I will be starting a new position on Monday working in PR.  I’m so very excited to join the team at Cornerstone Communications, a boutique PR firm specializing in wine and food clients.  You can check them out at www.cornerstonepr.com!

Guys I just realized that like when you are typing on your Mac the writing will reflect in the toolbar on the bottom if it is close enough and how have I never noticed this that is SO COOL.

Back on track get it together Courtney: I’m really pumped to start this new job because it’s been my dream to have a full-time position in PR, and I love food and wine, but I am sad to leave the peeps over at my old place.  Them’s good people, for reals, and it’s going to be weird leaving.  Besides, it was my first real job post-grad, and it’s the only reason I was able to move back to Manhattan and get an apartment with a creepazoid from Craigslist (I’m just kidding Reece, I love you, even if you did leave a pot of water boiling on the stove for an hour just now <3<3<3) and I’ll always be grateful for that.  But I feel like this transition marks a period of new opportunities and change, and I am looking forward to seeing what lies ahead.

For the record, my coworkers say they’ll miss me too.  But I think it’s just because of the cookies.

Oh, and don’t worry.  I’m still staying on the dodgeball team, which was my first concern when I said that I was leaving.  Because I’m just so great at athletics (not) I really don’t think they would be able to survive without me.  Plus, I’m going to wear a bandanna.  See below.

Here’s to new opportunities, new transitions, and taking chances!

...AND COOKIE DAY!

Love,

Courtney

Essential

I start work tomorrow.  This is my bag of essentials.

Hand lotion: I learned quickly in the admissions office that when working with lots and lots of paper, you need hand lotion approximately every five seconds.

Seven thousand Band-aids: Even gallons of hand lotion won't save you from paper cuts.

Neo-to-go: See above.  Also, I found it from when my mom bought it for me for Europe and was like "man, I should bring that."

Chapstick: The weather has dropped to about 5 degrees and I need it all the time.  Also, it tastes like strawberry.  Also, it's shaped like a candle.

Sidenote: This morning I discovered that I had a candle shaped chapstick that was vanilla cupcake flavored and I was like zomg how is this possible?  So I grabbed it and brought it to class with me and now I can't find it.  Every time I find something awesome, I misplace it.  Such is my life.

"Chocolates from around the world" chocolate: You just never know when you're going to have one of those days.  Also, my mom got me a Costco jar, so I basically have an endless supply.

Bright red/orange nails: Because I had to watch the Sister Wives special on TLC before we could watch the season five finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I can never just do one thing.  Also to mess up all of the applications I touch tomorrow.

Now I must add in the last ingredient...

Sleep.  I can never get enough.  No, seriously.  Eight hours is really not enough for me.

10am alarm... I will miss you.

Love and sleep deprived,
Courtney