Actually, it’s a 9 to 6, but bear with me. Anyway, here is what I’ve learned from my week at work.

1. Not all subway spots are created equal. Working 9 to 6 means I have to travel during peak rush hour. That means the subways are extremely crowded. I learned that the best spot, if not sitting, is always the against the back door, which doesn’t open usually. You can lean against it (well actually you’re not supposed to) and then you won’t have to hold onto any of the grimy railings. Also, if you’re against something, there’s less people in your immediate vicinity. Lastly, since you’re in the back, no one’s going to be pushing against you as they try to get in and out of the subway.
2. Free time is a thing of the past. Can’t nap. Can’t fuck around on the computer. Can’t chat. Can’t go gallivanting. No shopping. No chilling. Not even time to call the Post Office for losing my package and telling me they delivered it. NOO TIME TO DO ANYTHING. T___T
3. Coffee is a necessary food group. I don’t drink coffee, but I’m having difficulties staying alert at work. I also recently discovered that I can’t stay awake while anyone is trying to teach me anything. I almost fell asleep during orientation, training, and a team meeting. I think I have narcolepsy, and learning and academia are my triggers.
4. Professional women especially have trouble using the restroom. My firm offers seat covers in all of its stalls and is always fully stocked. No woman needs to squat over the toilet, but for some reason, every time I go to the toilet, there is ALWAYS piss on the seat. It makes no sense! SEAT COVERS ARE THERE FOR YOU TO SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND PEE WITHOUT YOU MAKING A MESS. Aside from this but related, I was in the stall using the restroom, and the woman in the stall next to me flushes and all of a sudden yells out, “AHHHH OVERFLOWING” and runs out of the stall as water flows into my stall. Just imagine a middle aged woman doing that. I think you’ll laugh too.
5. Skirts are, in fact, better than pants. For once, I prefer skirts over pants. All my dress pants are tailored for heels, and with skirts, I can wear whatever I want, be it heels or flats. Heels are tiring after standing in a subway for a while and walking up stairs and down blocks. I just want to wear comfortable shoes and stay at my height of 5’1.

To answer people’s questions, I’m working at a professional services firm somewhere in Midtown. If you wanna grab lunch, too bad. My firm has a free cafe, and I intend to take advantage of it. I get free breakfast everyday, as well free fruit and snacks and whatever is left over from conferences, which amounts to a lot of food.

But the most important things I learned are that I still hate accounting and excel is the devil. Also the fact that even if I don’t particularly like a job, I can continue doing it without complaining.

Don’t party in Brooklyn.

Native NYC’ers always make fun of people like me for never leaving Manhattan, and so I decided to take a chance to see what the hype about Brooklyn was. I have only partied in Manhattan, and it will stay that way from now on. Granted I went to Bedstuy, but I’m never going back again. Well, at least until Sensation (cough cough @BaLob) comes to Barclay’s Stadium, but otherwise, never again.

For anyone who doesn’t know, in Bedstuy, you have to order behind bulletproof glass at all the fast food places. I had no idea that the party was here until about an hour prior, and I had already got a ticket, so I was just like YOLO.

So Friday I went out with my friend her and her high school friends. They wanted to hit up this warehouse party in Brooklyn because one of the girl’s friends was DJ’ing and she wanted to head out and show her support. We decided to go to this party instead of Sander van Doorn at Pacha, which turned out to be a big mistake.

As usual we pregame in K-Town, and we all worked up a nice buzz, but we all sobered up by the time we got there. We were just like, don’t worry, we can just flirt with some guys and they’ll buy us drinks. Unfortunately, the crowd wasn’t the type to buy girls drinks. We got out of the subway, and it was POURING. We had two tiny umbrellas for six girls, so we ran about two blocks in the rain to get to this place. We get there, and the venue already looks super sketch, and we see that the crowd is not really our style. Let’s just say we were the only Asians there.

We’re girls who like dancing on stages, so we head straight to the front, and I guess that was the “VIP” section. We tried to head up but the bouncer wouldn’t let us in. We got kicked off the stage like three times. The thing was, there were SOO MANY people on stage, but they were all really really high ugly ass dudes. Like, who wants to stare at high ugly dudes on stage?

The place was grimy and raunchy as fuck. I think my friends and I were the only girls who ever turned down any guys, while every other girl was grinding with any guy that came their way. One of the girls I were with actually did dance with a couple of guys, and damn, did she go hard. She ended up making out with one guy for almost 45 minutes. The rest of us wanted to leave, but we didn’t know how to break it up, so we decided to let her have her fun, and we’d leave after she was done.

In the meantime, the rest of us just danced with each other. All of a sudden out of nowhere, there is this guy who came up and approached one of the girls soo aggressively. Most guys there would tap us on the shoulder or arm or grab our waist or something, but this guy literally just got in her face and grabbed her so aggressively it freaked all of us out. Now, I’m the girl of the group that deals with guys who won’t back off, and my friend backed away from the guy, and he kept getting closer and closer, so I pushed him away and told him that she wasn’t interested. Then he started making racist comments, slanting his eyes, and calling us the “Asian Persuasion.” .___.” I just told that bitch to leave, and he started yelling, “My girlfriend looks better than all of you guys combined!!” And I just told him, “That’s great! Leave.” That happened three or four times, and he eventually got in my face yelling at me. I just wanted to punch him so bad, and he finally left. His friend was standing in the back laughing at him so hard. Just a note: that is not how you try to dance with a girl.

So in 45 minutes time, our friend finally finished making out with the guy and stopped dancing. We were all like YESSS TIME TO LEAVE THIS SHITHOLE. But the girl looked so confused for some reason. Turns out she lost her phone, in the worst part of Brooklyn. .____.”" Now this girl told me she’d carry my phone for me. Good thing I held onto it, because who knows what would have happened while she was riding this guy. We spent about twenty minutes “looking” for it, but we all knew it wasn’t going to turn up. They talked to security guards and bouncers and everyone, but it was all fruitless.

Once I got home, I was tired, soaked, and annoyed that my night was so bad. I ended up sitting in front of my computer ranting about it to all my friends for about two hours.

But here’s my outfit from that night:

Last night, I initially was just thinking about how to write this and meant to private it so I could write it today. But I guess I just accidentally publicly posted just a picture of my outfit. I was even talking to @junbelievable08 about how I was thinking about how I was going to write it. I’m sure he saw the post and thought to himself, “This is how she decided to write it?! .___.”"

Also my s button is broken so it like types s’s all the time without me pressing it, so if there are random s’s anywhere that’s why. I didn’t feel like proofreading.

So I arrived back in NYC yesterday, and I’m already back on the grind. Today I got all suited up for my first day of work. Now, I don’t have anything against suits, but the conditions in which I had to wear them made me want to die. .___.” First of all, it was SO FUCKING HOT TODAY. I woke up at 8:00 AM, and it was already 80 degrees. I walked from the subway station to the building (approx. 3 blocks), and I was sweating. My suit pants were sticking to my ass, literally. I also do not like suits because you gotta wear appropriate underwear to hide that VPL, and well, they 1. are not as comfortable and 2. do not provide enough coverage to keep my pants from sticking to my ass in this humid weather. And lastly, my heels were killing me. I haven’t worn them in a couple months, but still, for some reason, they hurt like hell today. I’m usually so used to wearing heels, but my feet are covered in blisters today. Fuhhhhhhh.

But anyway, learned a lot today. My brain is about to explode.

And look at what I saw on the way to work!

How cute is that? A little girl conducting a military band. D’awww.

Edit: because I give you guys what you want.

My calling was very clear even from when I was little.

Seductress.

/prompts everyone else to post up baby pictures.

Today is my first full day back at home. Yesterday was full of frustration and me just wanting to go home. I’m over it, and I went out with my sisters today. Holy shit it’s so hot here, but it being Nebraska, I must dress more conservatively.

As I promised, more skirts.

As I promised, I wrote something for you guys. No more scandalous pictures of me.

So I was talking to a someone (W) earlier about one of my good friends (S). W and S don’t know each other, and I was telling W how S was raped last year (don’t ask how we got on the subject) and that S refused to tell anyone. She only confided in me and her sisters. She’s sort of young and naive and wanted to put it all behind her, while I told her that she had to tell someone. You can say I’m a bit vindictive, but if someone is going to take advantage of anyone like that, he should get his. I wanted her to press charges, but since our relationship is virtual, I couldn’t be the one outing it for her. I even approached her sisters, and they were just as reluctant. They were all reluctant because they’re still in high school, and they were all drinking and scared of getting in trouble. I was so frustrated that no one would do anything, so I was going to tell my S’s ex boyfriend, who could have done something about it. He still cared for her, and I am personally close with him. The problem was, he had just gotten into a new relationship recently, and it would look like a cry for attention, so I was stuck in between her pride and her well being.

It was then when W told me she would have done the same thing as S. She would have just rather it not come out to the public and hid it. She said she wouldn’t want this business known. I was so surprised. I don’t understand anyone who would let anyone get away with that. Rape is a really serious thing, no matter what coherent state the girl is in. If a girl says no, it means fucking no. The most you can do is ask again. S was drunk and crying, and the guy led her to a room. She thought he was going to try to console her, but instead he took her clothes off. She said no, but being drunk and weak she couldn’t make any physical gestures. I told her that if she didn’t press charges, it would just get out that she slept with him and that she’s a slut anyway, especially since she’s still in high school, and it did. The asshole told everyone that she slept with him. I was so furious and frustrated that she just let that happen to her. I would definitely not have let him get away with that.

I always see those statistics about so and so many rapes don’t ever get reported. I never really understood why. If you were in S’s position, what would you have done?

and I can finally dress how I want. Yesterday’s outfit:

I need to move to a more fair weathered place.

NOW OFF TO EDC EDC EDC EDC. Pictures maybe.

I promise to try to write something substantial soon.

Now off to karaoke~!

Happy Mother’s Day to the woman who blessed me with her good looks and awesome metabolism.

All your hard work and dedication has made me who I am today. Love you, Mommy~!

Also, Happy Mother’s Day to all the girls I graduated high school with, because there damn sure are a lot of you.

Another one of my friends who I consider a little brother took me to his formal. (Yes, he is friendzoned.) While dinner was meh, the dessert was amazing. I also had a lot of fun watching them give out “awards.” My date won the “Hemophiliac Award” for always ending up bleeding at the end of a party. Although douchey, they’re quite a funny bunch.

Here is a picture of me that night.

All of the other girls dressed like sluts, while I dressed Madmen style. Stay classy.