The Great Apartment Hunt

So I recently moved out of my old apartment. In other words: no more MDR. While I love the kid to death, I decided it was probably for the best – especially since I had gone back to working in Corporate America and had to be up at 6am (vomit) to get ready for work and haul my morning-hating-self downtown – for my sanity and our friendship in general to go back to living on my own.

Let the hunt begin.

They say honesty is the best policy, but apparently apartment leasing companies missed the memo on this. Continue reading

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The Life of a Spa Junkie

Holy mother of god. Has it seriously been nearly a month since I posted? Insane. It seems like I go in spurts — a couple posts in a week or so then BAM! I go all M.I.A.

What you didn’t know is that I’m actually a Secret Agent. Kind of like 007. When I’m not here I’m off on some special assignment.

Or not.

So remember that time the restaurant that screwed me over decided to ask how it compared to the nail salon I’m at now? Well for those of you who might have wondered (since I haven’t really talked much about it): it’s a million times better. Better than the service industry. Better than Corporate America. It’s pretty much awesome.

Sure, I’m working 6-7 days a week – a few of those days from open to close – but when the people you work with are awesome, you get to hang out and bullshit with the regulars, manage the company’s (and your own) social media accounts, and make sure daily operations run smoothly – and get paid for it? And free spa services?

Umm, awesome much? I think yes.  Continue reading