I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was my first “big-girl job” — I wasn’t working at an ice cream shop anymore. I was the marketing assistant for a small business located down the road from where I was going to college. But I wasn’t just the marketing assistant. I was also the office custodian, which is absolutely hilarious if you know me personally. I hate cleaning. I hate it with a passion, and yet it had somehow become part of my job description. I was suddenly starting to miss the ice cream shop.
Read MoreA few weeks back I celebrated my birthday, or as my little brother reminded me, took one step closer to turning 30. You gotta love him. Somewhere in between spending time with family and friends and eating my favorite birthday dessert (Tiramisu from Olive Garden – try it…you won’t regret it), I took some time to get a little nostalgic.
Read MoreJanuary 2nd. It’s the day when your alarm clock rings a little louder and more obnoxiously than usual. The day when a single cup of coffee just won’t cut it. The day that makes you wish you were still in college and had another week to sleep in and eat an undisclosed number of calories.
Nevertheless, I woke up on that dreaded second day of the year and prepared to face the day. (Translated: By some miracle of God, I rolled out of bed and managed to pour myself enough coffee to shock me back to life.)
Read MoreIt was about this time two years ago that I thought I had it made. I had been out of college for almost a year and was loving the post-grad life. I had an amazing group of friends that I got to hang out with all the time. The holidays were coming up, which is my favorite time of year. And on top of all of that, I had landed my dream job.
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