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Working in Book Publishing...at its finest.

Ferret and polar bear win.

lucky duck

That's me. Or, at least, that's how I feel. As I'm sitting on the floor by gate B12, in an airport, one of my least favorite places to be, not to mention the fact I'm on my way to Sin City, I'm contemplating life as we know it. Whilst amid stress in the workplace and general life drama, I'm still blissfully happy because I have the most incredible man in my life. He can turn my frown upside down, and I can't put into words how much he means to me. Cloud  9 has me as a VIP member, and I can't wait to be lucky enough to fall in love with my best friend. 

Yes I just referenced a Colbie song. I'm disgusted with myself too. But it works. 

last day...

...of being 22. Cue the Taylor Swift song. Tomorrow is my golden birthday. Most people don't put stock into golden birthdays, but I've been excited for mine for years now. To be 23 on May 23rd...which will be heralded and lauded in full on Friday after work...when I fly to Vegas for a whirlwind weekend with my best friends!

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kill shot!

If you haven't seen Date Night with Steve Carell and Tina Fey, then you don't know the scene I'm referencing. If you have, GREAT. I'm so frustrated out of my mind with one of the books I'm editing, that I'm going to strangle the writer. Or render death via blowdart. Or crossbow. Or via medieval torture device. (The rack, anyone? I'm sure the Tower of London will have one I can borrow...)

I'mma lose ma mindddd y'all!

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two tempting words

At least for me, the two greatest and potentially dangerous (for my wallet, that is) words in the English language, if applied together, are:

BOOK SALE

 

 

 

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heard through the grapevine

Class, a Friday tidbit:

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what you sayin'?

THUS VOILA!

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monday fun-day

Why fun? Well there are desserts everywhere today. When I mean everywhere, I mean in the two company kitchens. Idk who brought in the Oreo cake, but it's been tempting me all morning. Then my boss told me there was a chocolate ganache tarte (yes, I'm using the French version) in the other kitchen. It took me approximately 2.5 seconds to get my pink-pantaloned self out of my chair to go stalk this tarte. I'm eating it right now. But I had a salad. So all the calories cancel out, right? Idk which one I look like more, the brunette chick or the blonde baby covered in chocolate. It's basically like I'm as sweets-obsessed as Augustus Gloop in either movie version or, God-willing, the original (aka BOOK) of that delectable chocolate factory.

Except...ya know...I'm not morbidly obese. So there's THAT.

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Mother may I?

Tell you Happy Mother's Day! To my maman, the best woman I know--and one of my best friends :)
To all the Lorelai-Rory pairs out there, Happy Mother's Day :)

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the sound of music

aka the music that I hear in my pink headphones as I walk to and from work, while working out, and while writing my book. The top 3 favorites of the moment, courtesy of Pandora, are:

Marina & The Diamonds, "Lies"—

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Rihanna, "What Now"—

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Lana Del Rey, "Young & Beautiful"—

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the grunt work

We all have had to put our two cents into the grunt work machine at one point or another. For us in the publishing business, there are various areas in which said grunt work must occur. Luckily for the editorial department where I work, we'll be receiving two bright-eyed, chipper INTERNS.

SO EXCITED

I mean, we've all been there. I was once a poor, unsuspecting, unpaid intern myself. But thank God those days are over :-D

I'm thrilled. Why? They get to partake in the world of indexing. Such thrilling adventurous times for the slave labor interns to learn.

COMING SOON TO A PUBLISHING COMPANY NEAR YOU!

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WELCOME TO HELL THE REAL WORLD!

(Observe: it's not like the one on MTV.)

Shakespearean insults

Thou art a boil, an acorn, a saucy wench! Gotta love the Shakespearean insults; I even have an insult mug, courtesy of the Folger Shakespeare Library. Check out the impending cat fight between ye Shakespearean ladies, Hermia and Helena, it's a stitch. I wrote a paper about A Midsummer Night's Dream in high school, where I discussed the hilarious interactions between the catty, quarreling ladies. Instead of calling one fat, the insult thrown is "cow," awhile the skinny one is referred to as an "acorn."

Bitch! Slut! Wench! &#$^%$^*!!!.........Acorn!!!

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blah blah BLAH

why is it always Monday? I ask you. I sit in my chair at work today, commiserating with my officemate about our lack of fun beach days and parties and yachting ventures, but then I think, wait I have a real-life adult job. THUS I will get over my disdain for those who are Helen-esque. (See Bridesmaids' Kristen Wiig below:)

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sunday stroll

As I was looking for a thrift shop, I stumbled upon the rest of the neighborhood I've lived in since January and hadn't explored. I know, I know, but it's better late than never, at least that's what I told the nice old man at the antique store. Gelato, cappuccino, and a pair of quirky Alice in Wonderland earrings later, and I feel like I'm finally semi-home.

guilty pleasure

We all have them. Whether it's a pop singer (ahem, Demi Lovato) or a book series (Percy Jackson, anyone?), they're fun and slightly embarrassing. My secret guilty pleasures that will no longer be secret? A handful of TV shows (and I'm sure you can guess what they are—the first one is obvious, so yeah):

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nectar of the gods

although technically the gods' nectar is ambrosia, or, according to Bacchus, I'm sure it's wine—

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but for me, generally said nectar is coffee. Such a delectable 6-letter word. Well, it's delectable if it's GOOD coffee. Weak coffee is like brown water; strong coffee gets that eye twitch back in your system and the skip back in your step!

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Without coffee in the morning, I look like this:

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Such uncanny resemblance, I tell you :p

Now, if I've had my coffee, the premiere nectar, other silly liquids can be secondary nectars of the gods, i.e. sangria, a good Riesling, a French martini, etc.

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Here's to Thursday!

how to say—or somehow convey—"thank you"

Sometimes we have off days. Sometimes we have anxiety or stress. Sometimes we need to stop and smell the roses, and sometimes we need people to tell us to do so. The thing is, at least for me, when someone is there to give me a hug, that gesture, in it of itself, deserves an unbounded amount of gratitude from yours truly. But besides saying the trite "Thank You," what other ways can one portray a sense of gratitude? Take the advice that the person gave you, remember to breathe, and—if you're really intent on a display of gratefulness—provide a small token of your appreciation.

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