Just a quick clip of Halloween at work — this was the winning performance of EF’s costume contest. A spoof of the original Jimmy Fallon skit (see here), this barbershop quartet exemplifies the creative energy bottled in our 10-story building. 

People like these, combined with a bar on the 1st floor, have challenged office productivity in a way like never before.  


And another one bites the dust…

Another summer comes and goes in New England, saying goodbye in true form at the Wellfleet Oysterfest. The photos should speak for themselves. Bloodys, shellfish, and debauchery. Cape Cod sure can throw a party, now back in Boston for the winter. Let the 9 month countdown begin for another perfect beach season. 

Should my electricity survive Frankenstorm this week, keep an eye out for more frequent blogs. Halloween is just around the corner, let the photo ops be abundant and plentiful.


It’s rare to find a great song, one that won’t get out of your head — but in a good way. I love finding these songs, I put them on my “Very Nice” playlist, and put them all on shuffle for at least a few months (sometimes longer) before I reassess. These are perfect lists for public transit riding, or pre-work motivating (you know, those 15 last minutes of freedom before 9AM Monday-Friday). 

Currently, this list contains more than one recent Usher jam, several Future Sex/Love Sounds tracks (never gets old) and of course various M83 remixes.

I’ve been “reassessing” this list (among other life decisions) a lot this past week or so, and I’ve discovered some majorly underplayed albums in my extensive iTunes library. One of them being Two Door Cinema Club. The Twelves remix of Something Good Can Work has made it to the list before, but that was all. The entire Tourist History album is worthy of “very nice” playlist status — with Come Back Home as the current fave.

Another — M. Ward, genius. Matthew, how have you been hiding in my database with so little playtime? Your recent album, A Wasteland Companion, is a game changer. Perfect combination of wicked (I said it) lyrics, acoustic action, and a hypnotic voice to string it all together.

Listen to all of these things, and you’re week is probably going to be great.  


Ch-ch-ch-changes…

Life makeover in true flip-that-room style, yesplease. 30 days post move-in, my workspace is finally complete. As I sit here in my recliner (homegoods clearance) I feel like I’ve at last emerged from my college dorm, and into a cleanly decorated chamber complete with curtains, a dresser, even framed art. Tape on the walls? No sir. A bookshelf functioning as a dresser? How passé. Pottery Barn would be so proud.

Thanks to a few coworkers-turned-interior decorators and a couple gallons of paint; I successfully transformed my life workspace into a comfortable and aesthetically pleasing environment. Its amazing what a little credit card action, and a lot of booze, can do for your mental state of mind. And I mean that in a totally healthy way.

Welcome back to Boston, year 2, take 2.  



Thursday jamz are back!!! Enjoy, kids.

…when its time for taxes, a n**** gon’ be done for …


all kinds of embarrassing.

I’ve always known, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I’m not cut out for the service industry. I mean, how many 25 year olds do you know who have never worked in a restaurant? My 2-year stint in a hospital cafe during college was the closest I came to serving anyone for a wage. And the only way I survived that job was by imagining my life as a Grey’s Anatomy episode. Double espresso for the hot doctor in scrubs? You got it. 

Upon moving to Boston in November, my lack of employment forced me to re-evaluate this hole in my life. I applied to a petit French bistro (if I’m gonna be serving people it isn’t going to be American food) and wedged my way into this illustrious industry of customer service. For almost 3 months now, I’ve experienced the highs and lows of serving the American public. But, with the arrival of 2012, my abilities in this capacity have been on a steady decline. 

It started on New Years Eve. First of all, try never to work on New Years Eve. Or, if you do, try not to be waitressing. The only thing worse than missing the greatest holiday of the year, is watching other people enjoy the greatest holiday of the year, with food and drink. [Here’s your dinner, what’s that? You want another round? Don’t we all]. I was delivering a second round to a table, when I decided that instead of setting down a lady’s glass of wine, I would spill it all over her dress. Niiiice. Luckily, she was very sweet about the whole thing. But I knew my waitressing career was coming to its’ end. Last week, this was confirmed.

I had a few tables get seated at the same time, so I didn’t get a good look at exactly who was seated where. I walked over to two ponytails, and greeted them with a friendly “Hi how are you ladies doing this evening?” I choked back my words not nearly as quickly as I had spewed them. Staring back at me was a man. Not a lady, a man. A man with a ponytail. A man with a date. A female date. A female date silently making the decision not to tip me. Now how do you dig yourself out of that hole? If you know the answer, apply for a waitressing job today. There may soon be an opening at a nice French Bistro in the Boston area. 


Happy New Year Errbody!

2011 was a good one, despite being one of my most crisis-prone years yet. Leaving Europe was rough. Turning 25 was interesting. Being a law-abiding tax-paying semi-functional American citizen is… well let’s just say 2011 caused a few minor meltdowns. Several major ones.

The last time I logged a post in here, the jury was still out on my next move. In early November, I decided to head West (well, slightly) from the Cape to Boston. I figured it would be a good place to start a big-girl job search. Turns out, most companies do read resumes, and don’t see the value in international travel experience (Oh, America), leading to a slew of rejections. It wasn’t until a little French Bistro saw some potential and hired me as a server. Where would I be without the French, really.

I continued my big-girl job search as a side project, which eventually led to an interview, and job, with an incredible travel company, Education First. I started last week as an account coordinator, working in the International Tours department talking to high school students and their parents about trips abroad. My first attempt at being an adult in America is officially underway, and I’m feeling pretty great about it. Tell me the posted video doesn’t bring tears to your eyes. (Gets me every time).

As of this fine Tuesday evening, I am still working both jobs. I am physically exhausted, mentally drained, but nearly financially stable (there’s a first). Through the fatigue, I am so excited about the stories 2012 is going to bring to this blog, right here. I mean, I am in America, I have a job, a lease, a phone-plan, and no time to sleep. And most of you know how my lethargic state of delirium generally makes for hysterical storytelling genius. Not to mention, I’ve committed myself to my own country for a period of more than 6 months. Yikes.


<— This is what my life feels like right now. Its like my quarter life crisis wants to really suck the actual life out of me before I even MAKE IT to my quarter life mark. Point being, this blog is gonna be majorly back-burnered for a few weeks as I try and make some life decisions. Don’t worry bloggy bloog, I have not forgotten you. But we will have to reconvene in November. (I know, the anticipation of what these major life decisions entail is killing you). That being said, there’s no reason I can’t provide you with a petit update. Today marks the beginning of a 2-day OYSTERFEST in Wellfleet, which I’ve literally been looking forward to since January. Thousands or people are expected, and I’m trying to eat as many oysters to last me through the Massachusetts winter. Fall in New England is beautiful, and we’ve lucked out with some amazing weather. The boys are in school most days, the tourists are gone, and things are pretty quiet. I’ll be moving off-Cape in 2 weeks (probably to Boston?) and hopefully when that happens I’ll be employed. …Somehow this petit update just has brought me right back to the anxious state I was trying to avoid. No more talk of moving, jobs, or future. Those subjects are off limits until I get my life together. I’m gonna go get some oysters.  

<— This is what my life feels like right now. Its like my quarter life crisis wants to really suck the actual life out of me before I even MAKE IT to my quarter life mark. Point being, this blog is gonna be majorly back-burnered for a few weeks as I try and make some life decisions. Don’t worry bloggy bloog, I have not forgotten you. But we will have to reconvene in November. (I know, the anticipation of what these major life decisions entail is killing you). 

That being said, there’s no reason I can’t provide you with a petit update. Today marks the beginning of a 2-day OYSTERFEST in Wellfleet, which I’ve literally been looking forward to since January. Thousands or people are expected, and I’m trying to eat as many oysters to last me through the Massachusetts winter. Fall in New England is beautiful, and we’ve lucked out with some amazing weather. The boys are in school most days, the tourists are gone, and things are pretty quiet. I’ll be moving off-Cape in 2 weeks (probably to Boston?) and hopefully when that happens I’ll be employed. …Somehow this petit update just has brought me right back to the anxious state I was trying to avoid. No more talk of moving, jobs, or future. Those subjects are off limits until I get my life together. 

I’m gonna go get some oysters.  


This is what I&#8217;m talking about. How can you not want to be French?Click the photo to learn exactly how to become a Francophile. 

This is what I’m talking about. How can you not want to be French?

Click the photo to learn exactly how to become a Francophile. 


Oh my goodness — I miss Minnesota!!!


Born Alone
Wilco
The Whole Love

Thursday Jamming.

This is from Wilco’s new album [The Whole Love] out Sept. 27th. Or, right now if you feel criminal. Happy Thursday!


Happy Birthday to Maggie!!

The greatest travel companion/sibling cohort a girl could ask for. No one else I’d rather see the world with! Mags, I love ya!


Titanium - Feat. Sia
David Guetta
Nothing But the Beat

Yep, this album is that good. 2nd week in a row? Maybe poor blogging form, but I dig it.

Happy Thursday jammin’! 


Turn Me On - Feat. Nicki Minaj
David Guetta
Nothing But the Beat

Happy Thursday Jammmmmmmin’! 

This jam is from David Guetta’s new album, as of this week. If you’re looking for a solid jam album, this one is a good bet. Jam time.