My Reality

Here I sit writing my JOG, working my at-home gig and watching The City. Those faux career NY girls. Great clothes. "Working" in high fashion. Being all glamorous. Huh. Who are these dames??? This is so not "reality" but I do enjoy watching. My reality is getting up at 6:30am, maybe washing my hair and maybe not, throwing on jeans and commuting to work (about 1 hr with dropping the dog off, parking my car and hopping on the el), working until 5pm (sometimes 3pm on my gym days), going home, feeding the dog and working again. While at my day job I'm certainly fabulous but I'm definitely not glamorous. In a way, I wish I was on The Hills or The City but then I reality check myself and say F that noise. I'm a true worker. I don't need Jimmy Choo to get me through the day. All I need is an Amy's frozen meal. I'm in the biz of helping people make a living. I find people jobs. Some have been out of work for awhile and really need the money. Those I can't help who are in dire situations I feel awful for. I have always been a pretty envious person but I often step back and give myself props. When someone contacts me thanking me for forwarding a resume and getting them a job it gives me a lot of joy. This is my reality. This is my City.

OK....this may be a dumb post. Drivel. But it's hard for me to think while I watch Whitney blather on about boys from Connecticut. You try and multi-task. I dare you.

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