Annnnnd…it’s Thursday!
Tonight is Fashion’s Night Out!! Do any of you attend the festivities? I’m a big fashion geek, so I’m heading out to the crowds and the cocktails (even though I’m on my big diet and will not be drinking anything). I want to see fashion shows and maybe shop a bit. And by shop I mean longingly look at things that I can’t yet fit into. Hopefully, it will be inspirational and motivational! I’ll let you know.
Speaking of fashion, I’ve been working on a project with one of the biggest fashion and lifestyle media publishers for the last year and 1/2, visiting their New York offices a couple of times a year and managing projects that include multiple weekly conference calls, etc. It’s been interesting. Not really easy to manage as I have had to basically be the one point of contact for the two entities (publication and retailer). However, I embraced the opportunity because I thought, why not? What a great experience…get to go to this giant, impressive, intimidating publishing house, rub shoulders with top-rung Editors in Chief, etc…
Unfortunately, the relationship is starting to shrivel and sour due to several factors waaaaaay beyond my control, and I’ve found myself feeling like the grunt who gets to sweep up the shattering pieces and needs to temporarily glue them back together until our contract runs out. It’s an odd feeling. I don’t like it. And my counterparts at the publisher’s office are getting so nasty with me. Ugh. Sometiems I soooooo want to tell them where they can shove it, but I’m also sad that this didn’t work out, you know? I thought maybe this could possibly be my entree into something different…something bigger! Something amazing for my career.
Alas, not to be right now. My boss (who really stays out of everything I’m involved in) told me to keep doing the good job that I’m doing with them. In fact, he said, “You probably aren’t going to work for this company forever, right? You never know where this relationship might take you.”
I thought that was really nice of him. One of the first. Heh, Mr. Drama Queen.
Anyhoodles. I gotta get ready for another conference call with these bitches. Back later…
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