When I grow up..

When I was young I wanted to be a scientist, actress, astronaut and saxophone player... in no particular order. My dad said girls don't play the saxophone. So, I just figured my dad must know because he is a grown up. My mom took me to get head shots, but never had time to bring me to any call backs ( Thanks a lot Carrie). And after mixing Comet, 409 and some other mystery product I can't remember, I succeeded in created a permanent green stain on my my downstairs neighbor's awning. So, Einstein, I was not. Of course I only knew about the stain, because I fully tested my experiments by tossing them out of the bathroom window. (Sorry Mr. Mike) I have the twisted fortune of being a left brain and right brain. So when I realized I was good at computers, I figured hmm I may be onto something. My mom figured hmm...lots of money, follow the money. So I did, I went to college, got my degree in Computer Science, and hated every second of it. Then I worked really hard to get into the events industry, and now the economy is not the greatest for events. So, that leads me to today's question. Do I still have time to grow up? Or am I all grown up already? I made a new list, and now I would like to be, and event manager for a company that does big celebrity events that give back, a kindergarten teacher, a speech pathologist and an occasional actress. Just commercials mostly. Definitely no Valtrex commercials or anything like that, because what would my grandma say! I could definitely do one of those Everest College commercials. "Hey you sitting on the couch, get up I did it, you can do it. Get up and call, the number". I also wouldn't turn down a heavily scripted reality show either. So, I have decided to attempt at least 2 of these. I don't know which ones right now because I am sort of winging it. But which do I attempt first? And how can I be a teacher, and still afford my car payment? And who is going to pay my car payment while I am paying for school? Oh, to have a time machine and do this growing up thing all over again. As I sit here, straining to stay up and finish this while chugging on a bottle of water, and noshing on raisin bread, I think its time for me to go to bed so I can go to work tomorrow.

Less is more?

I am an extrovert! Sue me! Put me in a cocktail party, surround me with strangers and in 15 minutes, I will have at least 2 new friends laughing at some random story that is 100% true, and most likely 60% inappropriate. That being said, I wondered why the other day, my manager would say to me in a tone of slight disapproval, "You are such an extrovert". I always thought that was a good thing. But maybe, that is why I was passed over for a recent opening at my company that I was a shoe in for, and that required a sales aspect. I can’t sell an Eskimo a fan, but I could sell him skis, or hot chocolate or anything practical! All that to say, if they are already looking for a product, or in the market for a product I’m your girl! I’m the deal closer. Totes! Ask my partner in crime and work husband, let’s call him Peaches, for anonymity’s sake. We went to a benefit last night, and I struck up a convo with John Legend, and chatted up a socialite mom, and her daughter. What did we talk about? Crab cakes. She loved it! I complimented her mink stoll, she said it was her grandmother’s, I told her she was working it etc. I know... I’m good folks. So why am I still freelancing? I’m starting to think that a little of my extrovertedous-semi-narcissist-fabulositude is not a good thing. Maybe, when I am in that interview seat, I am giving a little too much Kimora and not enough Oprah. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very professional, but you can’t out talk me, market me, or throw an event together in the clinch like me. I know that, and I think I’m ballsy enough to say that when asked. So maybe I’m going to tone it down a little for the next month or so and see where that gets me. What do you think? That being said, if I’m going to be beige, I need a peacock hat or something. I don’t know, this may be a tough one folks!‬