Wednesday, April 22, 2015
I once read a review for a hostel my friends and I were considering staying in during a trip to Venice. “If you love prostitutes and drug dealers mingling outside of your window, this is the place for you!”
I was equally horrified and intrigued. I didn’t think I liked those things, but wasn’t traveling all about expanding your horizons?
Of course, we all pushed aside our desire for a good story—...
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
I have notes—both personal and professional—scrawled in a smattering of notebooks, on loose sheets of paper and the occasional napkin or two with no discernible sense of order. Things are written sideways, in different colors, circled, starred. It’s very “A Beautiful Mind” meets an ugly mess.
Fortunately, I can use my profession as an excuse. “Can’t stop the flow of creativity!” Otherwise, I just...
Thursday, February 26, 2015
I once had a job interview at an aquarium in Ireland.
Admittedly, this seemed bizarre even at the time. Then again, when the job you’re applying for involves selling sandwiches you’re carrying around town in a red basket, there’s no…home office.
To add to the absurdity that was this moment in my life, my best friend also came along for the interview. The head of The Tasty Sandwich Guy only had...
Thursday, January 22, 2015
I’m gonna be honest: I’m not a dog person.
I realize this makes me a horrible, soulless, Sarah McLachlan-hating person, but I can’t fake it.
People argue that a dog is man’s best friend—and I guess that’s true, if you don’t have human best friends. Call me crazy, but I just prefer companions who don’t lick my face or leave hair all over my clothing.
Despite my indifference toward...