glad to see my shirt still fits you

As much as i complain about how much my job ultimately blows, due solely to the fact that my boss is a crazy raging fucking nutcase of a woman.... sometimes i get to do cool shit.

Even if i'm not asked but told, and have to mingle with corporate douchebags in a room full of mid twenties industry snobs drinking mojitos and shitting foie gras.
bottom line, is that i have a real job. whether i hate it most days or not.

Went to an industry night tonight dressed like a slob. oops. i may or may not have woken up at 8 am forgetting that i had to attend this thing and remembering that i had to be at work in 20.

but, just incase all of you think i'm full of shit and or think i don't actually do anything but spend most of my days on facebook....
this is one of the venues we're part of in the distillery district.

it's called the fermenting cellar:

Anyway, it's gorgeous. super raw and full of character/potential... but its just such a joke that they would have this industry night now in the middle of everyones massive cut backs on spendature seeing as it's one of the most expensive venues in the city. and so big that your rentals would probably be 10 grand alone to make it look as impressive as it did tonight.

i dont really know why anyone would care about this other than me. Believe it or not i actually like getting my own clients, and having lunch dates or doing sales meetings. it makes me feel accomplished and established and like i'm contributing to more than just cutting back the bookkeepers work load. and i'm actually really good at it i just have no motivation to bring someone business who has no respect for me.

anyway, I'm going back to school soon! everyone be proud of me.
xo