You know you've been working a lot when:
-You're drifting off to sleep, you've finally found a peaceful moment, and BAM! The heat come on and you scream, "Turn off the copier!!!!" .....?
-You look forward to popping blisters, so much better than zits, by the way.
-The guy who you get take-out from knows more about your life that your friends. When you had friends.
-Bagels become the foundation of your food chain, and you think it's "ok." Hello, bagels? No, bagels are death. Luckily, I'm too lazy to walk half a block to dunkin- doughnuts or I would definitely be in trouble, or cardiac arrest.
-It takes a few hours to shift out of work mode, and not answer the phone like you're a damn robot. "Good afternoon.Chelsea Talks Smack, how can I direct your call??"
"Chelsea, its MOM." "Hi Mom, how can I help you?"
-You start to forget what daylight looks like. Then, on your day off you're like a fucking vampire, scared, excessive blinking- so your eyes can adjust, and pasty. pasty. skin. Thank the heavenly people over at Jergens for that firming/tanning lotion.
-You call into radio shows to "chat". Since DJ's are the only voice from the "outside world, " they're like a beacon of hope, that there is life "out there".
-You forget what you look like.
-.....that happens shortly after you stop caring about looking "good."
- And drumroll :: Is it tacky to bring a cute little flask in my purse?::
As you can see, as noted above....."The Man" is TAKING OVER. The man is gettin' me dowwwn. However, no matter how strong a hold "it" may have on my sanity, I've managed to explore the city a bit- after hours.
*VYNL- very delish, and there's pumpkin cheesecake, cute bathrooms (is this as imperative to you guys as it is to me??) and even better: good lighting.
*Blockheads- big. ass. burritos. and big ass. margaritasssssss.
*Beauty Bar- cheap drinks, Aquanet, and happy hour....You can get a manicure too, hey yo! I'd like to shake the hand of the drunk Avon lady that came up with this magnificent idea.
*Cake Shop- buy a record, see a show and eat a cute little vegan pastry. It can get a big trippy however, some random chick gave me a homemade chapstick, called Clockwork Orange Creamscicle. Yeah.
* ...and Home on Cornelia St. which has ridiculously good wine, small cozy atmosphere...and definitely rivals Cafeteria's mac&cheese. :)
More foodie, whiney-hungry working girl blogs to come (I promise, I'll be all funny and shit soon). Anywhere you'd like me to hit up in Manhattan??? Let me know and I'll give you a bit of a review, plus, I'd love to keep exploring.....when I have time.......