because we love what we do

Google chat conversation:

me: Jess!
How's life?
Jessica: whew. busy. SO busy.
me: No problem. I will talk to you later, then!
Jessica: not only do i have work, but i told my cousin i'd proof a project he's working on, so I have 70 pages of educational stuff to read by tomorrow!
nah. it's good
i'm searching the web for "Wellies" or rain boots
me: Oh....I am at 49.5 hours this week.AND I have to come in this weekend
Jessica: same here
me: Magazines are insane
Jessica: well...i'll be working, just not going into the office.
me: Yeah, me, too,
Jessica: agreed. goodness. what did we get ourselves into?!
me: Who knows? But it doesn't pay well.
Jessica: lol i know! wow. that means we actually do it because we love it. go figure
me: I know.
I am totally blogging this conversation.
Jessica: hahaha right on

I guess she is right. We really DO love what we do...otherwise we wouldn't spend our Thursday night in back-to-back photo shoots after working a full eight-hour day. And we wouldn't be still working on into a 50-hour work week. The magazine industry is fabulous.

The End of an Era

This brings it home. The Brew is no longer.

And to steal the words from a movie, "You've Got Mail," it's probably going to become something really depressing, like a Baby Gap. Or a Pic Quik.

*Moment of Silence

Goodbye, good friend. Goodbye.

On Living Alone

On the phone tonight:

"Enjoy your night alone," I said.

"Thanks a lot."

"No, really. I meant enjoy having time to yourself."

"You like being alone, don't you?"

"Sure, but I don't know any different. I've never lived with a guy before. Only my brother, but he doesn't count."

It's true. I love living alone. Making my own messes, leaving things out, kicking off my shoes at the door and not caring whether there is a pile of clothes on the floor. The messes are my own, the space is my own and the remote is all mine.

How do people compromise when they move in together? Do they say you choose one thing for the living room and I will choose one thing for the bedroom? Who knows? I don't want anything to do with it. :o) Give me my messes...I won't compromise on that.

This post turned out to me much more boring than I meant it. :) Oh, well.

I resolve to love Valentine's Day

I have fielded questions from a few of my friends, "What should I get [insert significant other's name here] for Valentine's Day?" "Take a look at this." "Should I get him four cookies or seven?" "Let me read you this card I got him."

Enough.

You know, I don't dislike Valentine's Day in any way, shape or form. I have been blessed with Valentine's for about four of my 24 years and I am thankful for that. In fact, I think Valentine's Day is kind of stupid....and not in the "made up by the chocolate companies" or "I hate men" kind of ways, but in the "why do I need a day that forces me to tell the people I love just how much I love them?...and do it with a box of chocolates bigger than my head" kind of way.

Not that I don't love helping my "luckily paired up" friends figure out what to get their significant others, but I don't like being reminded of the fact that I won't be receiving one of those over-the-top and completely embarrassing tokens of affection this year.

In the end, I resolve to love Valentine's Day this year...for the sheer joy I will receive when I get to hear my friends complain about the lame gifts they received or the fact that their boyfriends/girlfriends completely forgot. Plus, Valentine's Day falls on a Thursday, my soccer league's game night so I will love being able to kick the crap out of unsuspecting women who get in my way. Happy friggin' Valentine's Day.