Only In New York

Walking down 5th Avenue, completely absorbed in Beyonce on my iPod, when all of a sudden some random chick stops me in the street. She proceeds to tell me about a spa package that she, and the five guys sporadically placed around her are selling as a marketing campaign for the new luxury-chic Salon Renait. Now, it really is a great deal- a cut and blow out, facial, waxing, manicure, massage, plus, my favorite part, endless wine! All of that for an attractive total of $69.00??? Had I not been living the unemployed life of gypsyville for the last two weeks, I would have purchased it. But just as I told her, there was no way that I could buy at this time, though would love to track her down the following week after I start my new job. Up until now this story is a fairly common run down of city life and grassroots marketing, but here is where the romance of NYC kicks in. "Hey do you want to watch the Knicks game with us?" the manager of the group asks. My newly acquired 'Yes Man' attitude forces me to accept. We stroll through the streets and land at The Galway Hooker, a slightly swanky two story Irish Pub on 36th between 5th and Madison. Hellooo, can we say great drinks, hot guys, and big screens? Perhaps my new after work spot! Cut to six hours later as I am saying goodnight to my new friends and heading home. Yes, I hung out with complete strangers for six hours. After the first 20 minutes though, they weren't strangers anymore, they were friends, and we had a blast. As I hugged them good-bye and walked away, I thought to myself... ONLY IN NEW YORK!

Somewhere Between Flip Flops and High Heels

Finally I was set up for an interview with an amazing company: TPR Holdings- successful and rapidly expanding, yet a completely unknown territory for someone who knows nothing about investments. Though I do know a lot about people, and have tons of experience investing myself in some wise and some incredibly not so wise 'assets'... And really, when investing money, you are actually putting your faith into a person, so, since I know people, I can do this job... I hope;) Luckily TPR owns and operates consumer products in the beauty/fashion industry, and that I KNOW!

After the interview I walked to Central Park to soak up every last ounce of sunshine the day would bring. I have found myself a nice little spot atop a large rock, with views of the city and the sky that make my thoughts drift away. As I sat there and looked to my left I could see the hustle and bustle of Midtown East Manhattan, I could hear the cabs and feel the energy. To my right lie the endless views of grass, trees, and children playing in the warm spring air. The West side seemed like miles away. So there I was in the middle. I realized this was mirroring my own life as I am in limbo between life as a responsible adult with a 'real' job and corporate attire, and the youthful, spontaneous, beach city gypsy. I am stuck somewhere between flip flops and high heels. After all, I am thirty, and as much as I hate to admit it, there really is a clock. I don't see it, I don't hear it, but all medical books tell me it's there. Unfortunately, when it comes to guys, I am a magnet for unavailable men. Whether they are committed to their job, have commitment issues, or actually in a relationship yet choose to tell me this later, they are no good for me- yet I pick them-??? Whyyyyy???  Well, maybe not quite as dramatic and extreme as it sounds, but you get the idea.

When It Rains, I Pour... Tears

As the rain hits my window sill, my tears hit the pillow and it feels as though the rain Gods are mimicking me. There is a crazy thunder storm in the New York sky tonight and an even more unsettling storm in my heart. On an island with almost 2 million people, how can someone feel so alone? Why is it that when we think we have figured out what we want, we don't get it, and then are left to figure it all out again. It was just a job. A job that I, as intelligent and personable as I am, wink wink, do not have enough experience for. So now a new plan is needed. I mentally cannot serve in a bar here any longer. Going to sleep at 5am, getting up to go to work again, missing the daylight, not working out, not living, not laughing... I had completely forgotten why I moved to this amazing city in the first place. I need to see the sun, meet people, be a part of the lively hood that this city offers. Thanks to a visit from two women back home, I was able to explore with them and remind myself that there is an exciting world here and I need to make myself a part of it. This job would have allowed me to do this- but that's done now, feel it and let it go Jamie- make a new plan and get on it. As my mom said to me today- "the difference between a dream and a goal is a plan" so I better get 'er done! Through my tearful vision I received very touching (and sometimes funny) messages from the most amazing of my loved ones:

Gina: I know you're very sad today, it's okay to cry, kick, scream, let it all out! Tomorrow will be a bright new day perfect for finding the job of your dreams. Oh don't think of yourself as unemployed, you are a free spirit college graduate! Now go walk down Wall Street, find yourself a sugar daddy & start your own innovations company that will blow that other non job offering company out of the water! Hey you are in NY, anything can happen! Love you tons.. oh and if you need me to kick some ass, I'll be on the next plane, XO!


Stef: That just means there will be something better that comes along or at a better time. Anyway you're not supposed to have a real job yet. Trust me there is no turning back after that. You have your whole life to have a real job. Chin up... move it:) 


Michael: LOVE IS NECESSARY! A strong person knows how to keep their life in order. Even with tears in their eyes, they still manage to say "I'm okay" and smile. Change is coming. Sadness and hard times are over. Live, laugh, love, and don't let anyone steal your joy. I love you kid! You'll be OK!


Cherish: Listen, what you have done already in your life is an accomplishment. Do you know that most people don't even graduate from college! Remember when I tried to get that job with ITT? Thought I nailed it, but no, needed more experience. Well listen bitches, if you don't hire us, how can we have fucking experience? lol You haven't been in NY for much more than 3 months, you gotta give it time. You went there for an experience. I never once heard you say career! Live it girl.. your age means nothing! And smile...cuz you're cute!


Ten hours of crying and a bottle of wine later, one of my most favorite people in the world called... Deja:) Ending the night with a long conversation with her and I was able to fall asleep, tear free.

Show Me Your GAME FACE!

Totally random but it's my blog so I write what I want;)

We all have things that we have been 'meaning' to do, but if you really 'meant' it, then you would have done it! A 'game face' is that look you see in a person's eyes when they MEAN business. If that person says they are going to climb Everest, you know they will. Or if they say they are going to lose every pound they need to, or get out of a horrible relationship, learn French, finish school, whatever it is, you can see in their eyes that they WILL do it. Recently, many of my loved ones are dealing with issues that they came to me about over a year ago, myself included! "I need to lose 20 lbs, I need a new job, I need a new house, I need to get out and date, I need to fix my finances..." How many times have you told yourself that you will do something and you don't? If someone else told you ten times that they would do something for you but still hadn't, would you trust or believe in them? We keep promises to other people a lot easier than those we make to ourselves. It leaves us doubting our capabilities, not believing in ourselves, forgetting that we CAN do it! This is your life, your health, your happiness, so find your reason- your burning desire to make those changes and GET YOUR GAME FACE ON! If from your soul to your skin you're determined-nothing will get in your way!

Happy living my loves!

FOREVER 21 is only a clothing store-

First, let me say, I am a gypsy, not a blogger! Almost two months since my last post, how is that possible?!?! Well, since then we have moved into our new apartment, I saw Sarah Michelle Gellar walking on the street, I have been shut out by the train door twice, almost stepped on a dead rat, therefore almost had a heart attack.  I went on a couple of interviews (deets to come), helped some drunk woman on the subway get home safely, had a surprise visit from DEJA (possibly the best surprise ever!), met up with an old friend from Hawaii whom I had not seen in seven years, experienced a true Irish New York St. Patty's Day (sober though because I was working) and went back to LA to surprise my mom for her birthday... That will be the LAST surprise she can handle-she literally almost hyperventilated- I could just see us on some talk show for good ideas gone bad! Luckily she survived and I was able to enjoy a fast few days with family and friends. What did I learn from this trip? I am NOT 21 anymore.. hell, I'm not even 25! Take 46 hours of no sleep, mix with a salad and popcorn over a 3 day period, add Vodka Martinis and Red Wine (thanks a lot Kristie;) then Aspirin on an empty stomach... Sounds like a few different Vegas trips I made it through fine when I was 23, but NOT NOW... My sweet grandparents came to take me to lunch and I was so sick and tired I had to sleep in the car, so SAD! I owe them on my next trip! ...Still I loved going back to visit. Just being able to hug my family, play with all of my nephews and nieces, and catch up with dear friends refilled what my heart had been missing... dropping the kids off at school, picking them up from school (at Amanda's relentless request;) and having Nolan remember me makes me smile every day!

I am now back in the Big Apple and lookin to take a bite! I was called to interview for an Administrative Assistant position with ?What If! An International Innovation Company. The interview took a slight turn and the interviewer decided that I was a fit for a different (better) position and asked if I would like to continue the interview process for that position instead- uhhh YEAH! So, I have my next interview in two days- please oh please I need/want/have to get this job! Fingers crossed...