I should have figured that today wasn’t going to go well when my brand new $200 designer alarm clock failed to wake me up. Ok, so it wasn’t really the alarm clock’s fault as I forgot to set it last night. And it’s not really an alarm clock it’s a top of the line gourmet coffee maker that uses those great pre-measured packets that are just strong enough for a good sized travel mug. I use three.The way my life is going I need the caffeine, and one good dose of coffee before I open my eyes works better than any annoying alarm clock will. From the outside I’ll bet my life looks pretty good. I moved to New York City a little over a year ago. I have a decent job as a bank teller, and I’m up for a promotion soon. I have a gorgeous boyfriend, and I live with my best friend who also is a professional massage therapist. Bingo! I get the friends and family discount- free.
Yeah, it looks good alright. Unless you’re living it. The failed wake up call was only the start. I did manage to wake up only 20 minutes late at which point I had to decide between taking a shower, and making my coffee. I compromised by wetting down my hair while the coffee brewed, and running out the door with my hair still wet and coffee slopping onto my brand new, white shirt.
In New York it doesn’t matter how expensive or nice your clothes are, most women will wear a good pair of sneakers for walking around in, and carry their pricey pumps with them to change into. I’m no different. The problem today was that I had mistakenly grabbed one of my gorgeous $600 Manolo Blahnik pumps and a pump from a knock-off pair I’d purchased at PayLess. They’re both black and being a teller the look of my shoes isn’t normally an issue. Unfortunately, today was the interview for my promotion and I arrived looking like a poodle caught out in the rain, with a coffee stained blouse and mis-matched shoes in hand.
I wish I could say this was unusual for me, but it’s not.
