Picked up a salad to eat at the hotel. Forgot to get silverware. Had to go on a covert mission to the lounge to smuggle silverware back to my room to eat said salad.
Open-faced egg sandwich with some leafy greens thrown on for health. Eaten while packing for my 6 a.m. flight. Came dangerously closed to dripping hot sauce from said sandwich onto packed work clothes.
Mistakenly ordered a pizza at the only restaurant in LaGuardia Terminal B. This pizza has violated the “all pizza is good pizza” philosophy I was living by. Dousing it in hot sauce to make it tolerable.
I can smell her fear. I love it. If Katie’s a smart woman, she forwarded girl’s bitchy email to Caroline and has worked that into a side conversation with the whole bridal party about how bitchy girl is, with several jokes about girl not yet having a ring on her finger.
Woke up late this morning, took a Lyft 2.2 miles into the office so I could get there by 8. Cost me $27. FML. Should’ve skipped work and gone to Brooklyn.
This is because several thousand versions of the same person flock to Chicago to spend years 22-25 living in [Lakeview/Lincoln Park] after earning [business/engineering/PR] degrees from [insert Big 10 school]. They are all PGP’s target audience.
I’m not uncomfortable. You could be correct. I have not personally witnessed the feedback you’ve given to female colleagues, and maybe I was a bit harsh.
I am speaking from my own experience in which I have had these things happen to me, and it is frustrating to have that explained away. This is an issue, and it does happen.
However, I will acknowledge your point some (not all, not the majority) of women will “play the woman card” in unwarranted situations, and that pisses me off to no end.
Ehhh Pottery Barn isn’t exactly Girl’s ~aesthetic~. Nor does it scream “I HAVE EXPENSIVE AND GOOD TASTE” loud enough. She’s more of a West Elm with a few Restoration Hardware pieces sprinkled in, plus some carefully curated shit ordered from Lauren Conrad’s online boutique.
While this is generally good advice, I had someone about my age sit next to me on a flight one week. We started chatting during the last 15 minutes of the flight, LinkedIn requested one another after de-boarding, and that’s how I made my first adult friend outside of work.
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Picked up a salad to eat at the hotel. Forgot to get silverware. Had to go on a covert mission to the lounge to smuggle silverware back to my room to eat said salad.
Anxiety-induced nausea
Expensed Frontera at Ohare. Some days, life is 10/10.
Open-faced egg sandwich with some leafy greens thrown on for health. Eaten while packing for my 6 a.m. flight. Came dangerously closed to dripping hot sauce from said sandwich onto packed work clothes.
*bringing š
A friend invited me over for dinner. She is making chili, and I am brining prosecco. This is not an ideal combination, but I’m sure we will survive.
Mistakenly ordered a pizza at the only restaurant in LaGuardia Terminal B. This pizza has violated the “all pizza is good pizza” philosophy I was living by. Dousing it in hot sauce to make it tolerable.
I can smell her fear. I love it. If Katie’s a smart woman, she forwarded girl’s bitchy email to Caroline and has worked that into a side conversation with the whole bridal party about how bitchy girl is, with several jokes about girl not yet having a ring on her finger.
This interaction is so depressing. Why does she insist on making every. single. event. and. conversation. miserable?
Woke up late this morning, took a Lyft 2.2 miles into the office so I could get there by 8. Cost me $27. FML. Should’ve skipped work and gone to Brooklyn.
This is because several thousand versions of the same person flock to Chicago to spend years 22-25 living in [Lakeview/Lincoln Park] after earning [business/engineering/PR] degrees from [insert Big 10 school]. They are all PGP’s target audience.
Nived, I’m so glad you’re back.
S’mores or GTFO
The fuck is wrong with you? No. I woke up with a touch of the stomach flu this morning, and contemplating this was enough to send me to the restroom.
I’m going to assume people are not getting dressed on the metro?
I’m not uncomfortable. You could be correct. I have not personally witnessed the feedback you’ve given to female colleagues, and maybe I was a bit harsh.
I am speaking from my own experience in which I have had these things happen to me, and it is frustrating to have that explained away. This is an issue, and it does happen.
However, I will acknowledge your point some (not all, not the majority) of women will “play the woman card” in unwarranted situations, and that pisses me off to no end.
…that is a great example of mansplaining.
Ehhh Pottery Barn isn’t exactly Girl’s ~aesthetic~. Nor does it scream “I HAVE EXPENSIVE AND GOOD TASTE” loud enough. She’s more of a West Elm with a few Restoration Hardware pieces sprinkled in, plus some carefully curated shit ordered from Lauren Conrad’s online boutique.
While this is generally good advice, I had someone about my age sit next to me on a flight one week. We started chatting during the last 15 minutes of the flight, LinkedIn requested one another after de-boarding, and that’s how I made my first adult friend outside of work.
Thank you!