LSS

This is one of my favorite Last Song Syndrome addictions at the moment. Listen here.
Oh I love your voice, Jennifer. Just not your Oscar dela Renta bolero.

I Will Miss And I Look Forward To

I am still at work and waiting for my husband to get into the city so we can go together and grab some $5 mojitos. I am done with all my work for today and thought I should leave work now (it’s 5:40pm – ahhh, so early!) and just explore Union Square, but it’s too cold out and everyone knows I hate the cold, so I’m just fixating myself to my office computer, chained to my desk and being counterproductive… blogging.

In about two weeks, I will be moving to a new company and I am very excited about it. Yes, I took the leap and went out of my comfort zone. I will miss my spreadsheets, my data and the stories that I pull out of my data. I will miss all the free magazines I can get that takes up 60% of my apartment (I have to get rid of them sometime). I will miss witnessing how People editors scramble upon hearing that a celebrity shaved off her hair, or had twins or died. I will miss getting “kicked out” of the office when the clock strikes 5. I will miss just bumping into Anne Moore in the building. I will miss my colleagues who are all very smart, very nice and very supportive and have nothing else but encouraging words and happiness to offer when I told them I am leaving. I will miss my boss who is one of the smartest, kindest and most genuine people I have ever met in my professional life. She will be hard to replace, and I won’t stop comparing her with my future bosses until I meet someone at par.

On the other hand, I look forward to working with a new team of bright, young and dynamic personalities. I look forward to working with hardworking and fun gay people. I look forward to learning more about the online space and functioning in online-speak even with my eyes closed. I look forward to working on a global brand that is known in every corner of the earth. I look forward to working on marketing campaigns that span Asia, Europe, North America and other parts of the world. I look forward to being anal about my presentations because my clients are anal too. I look forward to free bagels every Friday. I look forward to being part of a company that is top-tier in the industry and is in a growth stage. I look forward to a new challenge.

Oops – my husband’s here, I gotta split.

I look forward to mojitos on a Friday night.

Married Name

For some reason, I was too preoccupied with my thinking about unnecessary things that I failed to share that I had recently changed my name to my married name!

During my lunch hour last week, I went to Social Security, presented my marriage certificate and voila!

"Please sign on this line, ma'am."

PGilford.

Like it was a normal day.

Then it sank in - oh my gawd!@#!@%!^@^$%

I went back to work and told my boss, and she gave me a high five!

Good Job

I am so anxious now, that I think faster than I write.

I am anxious because I want to make it right, to make my next career move right.

It's stupid. I feel insecure about my ability to get a good job. My husband keeps telling me I am doing more than well. It's all I need to hear.

I don't know what will make me stop thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking too hard.

Yes, I will land a great job - or a good job at least. Good job, Pam.