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

What To Eat When You're Broke

Today was my first day of work, and I belieeeeve I shall adjust to corporate life quite well.  The people are great (another Fordham grad is a newbie too, if the company hired two Fordham grads, they obvs know what's good for them) and I think once I get into the groove of things, it'll go smoothly.  And commuting from Brooklyn is actually a lot better than I thought... though I can't wait to get to the UES.

Until my first paycheck comes in, or at least until after my gradumacation party on Saturday (whee!), I'm kind of broke.  Andrea and I went to the grocery store yesterday, and for the first time, I seriously paid attention to the prices of food.  So now, I shall instruct you on what one can eat when they are on a budget.

Tuna sandwich.  Tuna = on sale + not bad without condiments = buy 5 cans and eat every day.

Enjoy that tuna sandwich, college grad.

It was your idea to move to Manhattan and leave behind your free shrimp scampi and steak 'n potatoes.  Eat.  Every.  Last.  Bite.  Of.  That.  Shit.

Steal your ex-roomie's spices to pretend like you're not eating tuna from a can and generic brand mayo.  You're quite the gourmet chef, my friend.  A regular MacGyver.

Bread you bought for tuna + cherry jam (on sale) + crunchy peanut butter that your roomie used to have at your old apartment which basically makes it yours = PB&J!!  Good job, you just got yourself some VARIETY!  10 points for Gryffindor!

Chex Mix, 2 for $3, on sale.  No Cheez-its for you, madam.  $4.59 a BOX?  I'm not DONALD TRUMP over here, friends, do you see a comb over anywhere on this head??

Carrots = necessary.  Need.  No matter what.  Hummus, not on sale = SPLURGE!  Guard with your life.  It's spinach and artichoke flavor.

Greek yogurt = 5 for $4.  Hello, breakfast!  You need your protein, commuter.

And lots and lots of.... water.  FREE SUSTENANCE!  Drink up, my friend, because you shall be consuming this in abundance until you can shank some leftovers from the pulled pork this weekend.  Can you say "WINNING!!!!"???

I like food.  I miss food.  Please come back.

Love,
Courtney

My Bachelor's Degree Served A Purpose??

I am the worst blogger ever.  Why do I even try??

So as of sometime before noon tomorrow, I will officially be an employed college graduate.  I just have to fax in my acceptance of employment and I will be an Account Executive at Cision in the city.  I can no longer whine and complain about having no job and being stuck in po'dunkville Connecticut... but I'm sure I will find something else to lament about.

OH WAIT!!  I have it already.  Where the f am I going to live??  I currently know nobody who is moving to Manhattan/BK, and I definitely can't afford an apartment on my own (nor do I want to, being the social creature that I am.  Pre-gaming alone is generally looked down upon.  Although then I would have fewer problems walking around in my underwear).  So after two days of no leads on roommates, I have spent the day scouring Craigslist for roommates/apartments/sublets/people who won't kill me hopefully.  If you are one of those people that I emailed, hi.  Yes, I'm the only Courtney Schiessl in existence (ayyyoooo).  Yes, my last name is a rap slang term.  Yes, I like to think I can bro out better than I actually can.  And yes, I love to rage.  And watch reality television.  I'm quite a unique individual.

I'm fairly certain I sound like the least appealing roommate ever.  Whatevs.  Andrea loves me.  Too bad she ditched me for a one bedroom in Brooklyn.  I'm not... jealous... or anything...

BUT I FELT LIKE I should document this momentous occasion with a blog entry, which has subsequently turned out to be slightly anticlimactic.  I don't think I'll really comprenday how I feel about all this craziness until I jump into it, which is cool and whatever.  Oh, except I know how I'll feel about moving day.  IT WILL SUCK.  Anyone want to help me move a full-sized bed into a walk-up?  Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller??

How long do you think that people will reference that movie?  Forever, I hope.

I just realized that last Friday was the first Friday that I didn't think of the song "Friday."  Thank the freaking lord.  I thought it would never go away.

I'm ashamed that referencing Ferris Bueller's Day Off made me think of Rebecca Black.

This post is really turning stream-of-consciousness.  I think I should go now.

PLEASE FIND ME A PLACE TO LIVE IN A WEEK AND A HALF KTHANKSBYE

I wish I was cooler,
Courtney