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In the wise words of Rihanna: Where have you been all my life?
Well, I have been:
- Starting a new job
- Taking care of a friend’s cats
- Cleaning my new apartment
- Figuring out my new routine
- Training for a half marathon
- Cooking up a storm
But – now I’m back, and you will all see recipes and hear about trials and tribulations in the near future. I just wanted to check in to let you know that I am alive. I hope you’re alive too.
As much as I hate to admit it, this is the story of my life.
Tomorrow is The Game. The only game that can ever be known as The Game.
The Harvard-Yale game, obviously.
As a result, I exercise my right to be a douche for the next few days.
Some background: Harvard has already won the Ivy League Championship, so this is really just icing on the cake. Tomorrow will prove to be a freezing, alcohol-laden main course with a football game on the side. That’s just how it happens. Sorry if that offends any football players, current or former. I don’t make the rules, I just enjoy the party.
I’m definitely excited to see all the shirts bashing Yale. My favorite shirt from years-past had this saying on it:
“Harvard. We’ll beat your ass today, and fire your ass tomorrow.”
Some of the shirts this year are equally douchey, saying “Occupy Yale” on the front, and “We are the 6%” on the back. (The 6% referring to the 6% admissions rate at Harvard.)
Still thinking well maybe Yale isn’t so bad? Let me just leave you with one thought.
No one ever says, “When I grow up, I want to go to Yale.”
First off, sorry for the delay in postings friends. Not only have I been inactive here for the last week or so, but I’ve been pretty inactive in life. I’ve been super sick (i.e. laying on the couch, not cooking, not doing much of anything) so I’ve had nothing to talk about (except the symptoms of my cold, but no one needs that). Back to real life though. Still sniffly, but alive. That being said…
This past Friday afternoon, I’m home sick from work, sitting on the couch in my pajamas, half loving life half feeling like a waste of life, when I hear a little sound – a meow. We don’t have a cat, the neighbors have a dog, so I have no idea where this sound is coming from. I get up to investigate and look out the peephole of my front door, and there, meowing and sitting all by himself, a kitten. I opened the door, he hesitated, came in, ran back out, and sat back down outside my door. I picked him up and took him inside. Obviously. He was cute cute cute.
The next 45 minutes was great. I put out water and milk for the little guy and he lapped it all up. He was so rambunctious, running around the apartment, hiding under tables, pouncing on me. Andrew got home and played with him for a while too. As much as we both want a cat, we know we just can’t right now. Neither of us is home enough and we really can’t afford it. So, we started knocking on doors in our apartment building asking if anyone was missing a kitten. Finally, the roommate of the kitten’s owner came and took him back. I was sad. Really sad. I miss him. But I’m glad I was able to be happy with him for the 45 minutes I did. We got the benefits of a kitten for 45 minutes without any of the work. I’ll take that for now.
Here are the pictures from the 45 happy minutes with the kitten, whom I named “baby kitty” and Andrew named “lil’ buster”:
I don’t shop at City Sports. I go in there and get overwhelmed – so much stuff, disorganized, things scattered all over the place. So when I got invited to the media event at the re-opening of the women’s department at the City Sports on Boylston St in Boston, I was intrigued. What could they have possibly done to make me actually want to shop here? I was skeptical to say the least.
Well let me tell you, now City Sports is going to be the first place I shop when I want any athletic gear – running gear, yoga gear, or general athletic loungewear. The new City Sports Women’s department is phenomenal. Let me walk you through step-by-step what’s new and amazing about the new City Sports.
- Purple Walls – The new purple walls are really inviting and very visually appealing. The purple is very feminine without being over the top. It really makes you feel comfortable while you’re looking around.
- Bright lighting – The bright lighting is also very inviting. It makes it very easy to see all the products offered as well as the vibrant colors of those products.
- First and foremost, all of the women’s gear is in the same area. This makes it incredibly convenient to find whatever you want. You don’t have to sift through some women’s stuff here, some women’s stuff there. I don’t know about you, but there have been plenty of times in my life where I pick up a t-shirt or pair of shorts, “Oh this is cute I think I’m going to get this.” “Ma’am, the women’s stuff is over there.” “BAH!” It’s nice to not have to wonder if what I’m picking out is for men or women. It’s all for women!
- Pants Wall – The pants wall is great because the pants are all organized in cubes with labels detailing the brand of the pants, the fit, and the sizes carried in the store. It’s so nice that the sizes are detailed because there’s nothing more frustrating than sifting through a pile of pants for an xs or an xl and realizing that the store just doesn’t carry it. Now, all you have to do is look at the label to know how big or small the pants go. Also, the mannequins are all wearing the pants that are being sold, so you can pick out your pants based on what you’re seeing in front of you, not how you think they might look.
- Bra Wall – The bra wall is the best part of the entire department, in my opinion. The bras are organized by the type of support you need – from low impact (i.e. yoga) to high impact (i.e. running). The labels on the bras also detail the sizes the bras come in, and what sizes those translate to in terms of cup sizes. They also have a “find your fit” feature which allows you to determine the best bra for you based on your various fitness activities. Also, they have a brand new Mac in the bra department that you can browse bras on. The nice thing? All bras you see online they have in-store. No more finding a bra you love and only being able to buy it online. The only time you’ll have to buy a bra online is if City Sports happens to be out of your size in-store, which based on the looks of the wall won’t be that often.
- There are also separate sections dedicated to women’s shoes, yoga gear, running wear, outwear, and loungewear. It’s all very organized and aesthetically appealing so you actually enjoy browsing. You won’t get frustrated looking for something you like, because you’ll like it all! But really. Most of it is crazy cute (and functional).
- Lastly, City Sports has completely revamped their own line of women’s clothing and gear. Now their clothes and gear look and feel similar to much higher end brands, but maintain a much lower price point. Price point for me is definitely a deal-maker or a deal-breaker as I don’t feel my running gear has to be exorbitantly expensive to be effective. I also don’t feel that I should have to pay a ton of money for my workout gear to be cute. The new City Sports line of apparel and gear will be perfect for my runs and will help me look super cute (obviously) without breaking my budget. Rejoice!
If you have any more questions about the new City Sports women’s department, feel free to leave a comment or email me! City Sports has definitely converted this skeptic into a full-fledged brand ambassador.
*Note: I was not compensated in any way for writing this review about the new City Sports Women’s Department. I did receive a gift bag for attending this event, but it was in no way compensation for the review nor did it serve to influence my review. I just loved the new department and wanted to share my love with the world.
When I was in college I was a softball player. I played for Harvard with an amazing group of women, many of whom I still consider to be some of my closest friends. As both a team and a close group of friends, we had ups and downs, celebrations and failures. We won an Ivy Championship, and we lost one as well. Every day we went to war together, and every day we came back stronger for it.
I only played softball for 2.5 years at Harvard. My third year was cut short due to a very personal illness. I opened up to my teammates, confided in them as to what was going on, explained that I was being neither a good person to myself nor a good teammate to them, and I stepped back from the team. Deciding to stop playing softball was the hardest decision I’ve ever made. Shortly after I left softball, I left school. My time right after I quit softball and took time off school was one of the loneliest, hardest times in my life. I floundered, unsure of who I was without the sport that had defined me my entire life, who I wanted to be, and who I could be.
After leaving softball and school, I was alone. I had lost two families – my family at home dealing with an intense divorce, and my team, the wonderful friends I had for so many years. Everyone was gone. I say all of this not for for pity. I removed myself from a situation and people moved on. I wanted them to. I removed myself in the first place so that they could move on, grow, and fluorish. And they did. In 2011, Harvard won the Ivy Title again.
I give you this backstory to explain my apprehension and anxiety about this coming weekend. For the first time in almost 3 years, I will pick up a softball again, put on a glove again, and wear my cleats again to play in an alumni game. With the game coming up, I can’t help but think of where I have come and who I have become in these past three years since I last picked up a softball:
I graduated from college – something my family wasn’t sure I’d do if I took the year off from school. I found advertising and marketing. I got a dream job at a huge agency. I’m living with the love of my life. My sister and I are closer than ever. I’m a runner now. I love cooking. And I’ve recently taken up boxing.
But of all of these things, the most important thing is that I’ve learned is to be content with who I am and where I am at any given moment. Do I always know exactly where I’m going? No. Do I still sometimes question who I am, what I stand for? Of course. But I’m OK with that. I’m OK with me. I take it a day at a time and never take a single moment for granted. It took me three long years to realize that.
So, playing in the alumni game is going to be nerve-wracking. I will not only be playing a sport I haven’t played in 3 years and walked away from very abruptly, but I will be seeing many of the people who were there with me 3 years ago when I decided to walk away. I feel like a bit of an outcast from them, but I just hope that this game will help them remember, and help me remember, the great times we all shared on that field. One thing I do know – as of game day, I will truly be able to see just how far I’ve come since my last game day.
First and foremost I would like to say that I am a huge nerd. I was in Latin club for many, many years in high school and I went to the most prestigious (and arguably douchiest) university in the world (Sorry, I had to say it. I have douche-standards to uphold, OK?).
I have always been a huge proponent of the Oxford comma. The Oxford comma is the last comma you find in a list of words before the conjunction. Formal definition (from Wikipedia, obvs):
The serial comma (also known as the Oxford comma or Harvard comma, and sometimes referred to as the series comma) is the comma used immediately before a coordinating conjunction (usually and or or, and sometimes nor) preceding the final item in a list of three or more items.
(Are you surprised it’s sometimes called the Harvard comma? Anyway.)
For example. I went to the store with Andrew, Lucas, and Jessie. The comma after Lucas is the Oxford comma. Many people omit the Oxford comma, in a sentence such as this: I went to the store with Andrew, Lucas and Jessie (it makes me cringe to even write it like this). I have included a silly cartoon that fully explains why I have been so adamant about using the Oxford comma my whole life.
…And now you agree with me.
And also, you’re welcome.
The Red Sox lost in the 9th last night. Papelbon blew a save. No surprise there. Carl Crawford didn’t make a catch he’s definitely fast enough to make. Tito maybe left Lester in too long. Boston offense didn’t come through in the clutch, again. But you know whose offense did? The Orioles. And the Rays.
Let’s face it, to not make it to the playoffs after being up by so many games a few weeks ago, to choke and let it slip away, they don’t deserve it. The Rays do.
Here’s what stymies me the most – at the end of the season, the Sox offensive stats look like this (stats found here):
- Batting average-2nd overall (NL and AL)
- OBP-1st overall
- Slugging-1st overall
- RBI-1st overall
- Extra base hits-1st overall
- Runs-1st overall
What is this telling you? What is this telling everyone? THE SOX NEED NEW PITCHING. To not make it to the playoffs and be first in almost every batting category there is – well, we have a little pitching problem on our hands. And sure, the Sox didn’t always hit when they needed to. They’ve left a lot of men on base this season. They’ve scored 18 runs in games that don’t matter, and come up empty handed in games that do. That being said, with offensive stats like these, they shouldn’t not be winning games. Simple as that.
Watch the collapse here. Well, the end of the collapse at least. Womp.
Tonight I’m going back to my alma mater, my beloved Harvard University to sit on a panel to discuss careers in advertising and brand management. It’s crazy for me to think that I only graduated 4 months ago, and that I was barely able to find a job after graduation, and that now I’m going back to help impart the knowledge that I gained on my incredibly short, whirlwind job-seeking journey.
Although my inbox wasn’t teeming with job offers, I still had a few, I still feel that there are many invaluable skills and lessons I learned along the way. I want to share these with you, and I hope that you find them helpful.
1) Really think about what you want, be realistic, and apply apply apply – I understand that in a tough job market you might be willing to take anything that comes along. Know, though, that if you’re applying for 10s, 20s, 30s, 40s jobs that you’re overqualified for or underqualified for, you’ll likely end up right where you are. Try to really narrow your search down to the jobs you’re adequately qualified for, even if it isn’t as many.
2) DO NOT apply to a thousand different jobs at the same company. It’s likely that the same HR person is looking at all of your applications, and that tells them a) you don’t know what you want to do, and b) you’re desperate
3) If you’re still in college, intern intern intern. I cannot say it enough – INTERN. I know that you want to only have class two days a week and them bum around all the other days. I know that you want to do that because I wanted to do that to. But I didn’t. I worked two full 9-5 days a week unpaid on the two days a week I didn’t have classes. Did I always love it? Of course not. Did it pay off in the end? Bigtime. I’m currently employed by the department in the agency that I interned for.
4) NETWORK - First off, if you’re not going to networking events at your college or elsewhere, do it. Meet people. Take cards. Talk to people about what they do and tell them what you think you might want to do. Did they give you their card? Awesome. Now follow up. They’re not giving you their card so you have more clutter in your wallet. They’re more than happy to talk to you. Showing the initiative in following up and asking questions can go a long way. Would they be willing to talk to you more about their company? Are there any internships (ding ding ding) available at their company? Would they mind a follow up phone call to discuss things in greater depth? In college, I met probably 30 people who worked at ad agencies and other companies in the marketing industry. I probably had hundreds of email correspondences, learning as much as I could about every company and industry-specific field I could. I went to probably 25 informational interviews (which are frustrating because you already know in advance that they don’t have any job openings). But it pays off. Because when you go to these informational interviews, you’ve showed someone your initiative. And when that job opening comes up, guess who they’re going to call? You, or that faceless resume on their desk? YOU. Dummy.
Finally, and most importantly: HUSTLE. When I say hustle, I mean hustle. I mean bust your ass. I mean work as hard as you possibly can, in every spare moment you have, looking in every possible venue for more people to network with and more openings for the type of job you want. I mean when you’re at your internship, actually ask for work. Do your work quickly and thoroughly. Ask as many questions as you have. Don’t assume you know anything. Prove to whomever you’re interning for that you want to work at that company. Don’t say it, prove it. When you’re busting your ass, they’ll know.