The Day I Worked for Target
Almost every summer during high school, I used to volunteer at the Yale New Haven Hospital. They have a really established program with hundreds (?) of volunteers, who come in for typically 1.5 days a week. I loved it, especially when I worked as a wheelchair retriever, which basically entailed me getting pushed around in wheelchairs while returning them to the dispatch area.
Read MoreMy Personality Through Ad Choices
Do you ever get nervous about who you are as a person with the targeted ads you get? You know, because there are a lot of algorithms at work to serve you your ads. Take it from someone in marketing: they know a whole lot about you and are serving ads to people they think they would buy their product. So what does it mean when I'm getting so many ads pertaining to reproduction?
Read MoreA Day Without My Phone: The Chronicles
I forgot my phone at home this past Friday.
I'd like to say I didn't really stress about it, but that would be a damn lie. When I strolled into work and went to check my phone and realized it wasn’t in my purse or pockets, I considered driving twenty minutes plus traffic back to my house just to get it. That seemed sad and ridiculous.
Instead, I accepted defeat, resigned myself to a day without my phone and hopped on Facebook to let my mom know I wouldn't be calling her at lunch. Then I knew I needed to tell Cazey about how my mom said that this would make a good blog post, because that's something he would say. Always thinking, she is.
Read MoreThree Virgils of My First Train Ride
It was going to be a big day for us: we were meeting our public relations firm in their office in New York to set the strategy for the next six months. It would be accurate to say that I have mixed feelings about this trip to begin with. On one hand, I am internally screaming with excitement about making progress in my favorite channel. On the other hand is my body saying, “for the love of God, Sara, please let’s take a break.”
My body is still catching up from landing Monday night from my Iceland trip. My body doesn’t win. Within a few hours of touching back on American soil, I have plane tickets booked to head up to New York for the day, plus a train ride down to Connecticut to see my parents for the weekend.
Read MoreHorrible Bosses: The Devil Doesn't Wear Prada
For a short duration of my undergrad, I was a resident adviser in a dormitory. I say “short” because I got fired – well, I resigned, but we all know what that means. But that’s a post for another day.
I was both blessed and cursed to be an RA in the largest, nicest dorm on campus. This meant great amenities, e.g. AC, housekeeping, and that's where it ends – and also a professional hall director. That meant my hall director had a degree in being a hall director or something like that and took her job way too seriously as opposed to other hall directors who were either grad or undergrad students and understood what it meant to let loose on the weekends.
Read MoreBeing a Woman in Tools – Finding Comfort in the Uncomfortable
“So, how’d you get into tools?” he always asks.
“They recruited me! I actually hadn’t ever used a drill before getting this job, isn’t that funny?” I say insensitively. Here is a guy who has worked in the trade for his whole entire life and who never got the opportunity to drink his fake stress away at college. Then I redirect the conversation back to the sale and pray he doesn’t hit on me. He probably smells like cigarettes.
I get the “How did I get into tools?” question several times a day. Being a marginally attractive female in a hardware store, it’s unavoidable. I don’t mind answering, and I do so honestly. In sales, though, it’s always better to be the question asker than the askee. The asker has the power, the asker controls the situation, and the asker typically gets what they want.
Read MoreHorrible Bosses: Gone Girl
Two years ago, I interned for a company. My favorite adjectives for the internship were “brain-draining” and “soul-sucking.” This had a lot to do with how much time it required on top of my schoolwork, but also how poorly I was trained.
On my first day of work, my boss told me how to access a file and just said, “Do it.”
Read MoreUnapologetically American: The Cardiff Experience
Remember that time I was in an internationally touring band? Well, here's how the story progressed:
Our second stop on our World Tour was Cardiff, Wales. And when I say second stop, I mean really the only real stop of our tour where we'd be expected to perform on our European tour. After spending nearly six hours on an unanticipated extended layover in Chicago, we finally landed in Heathrow. Beyond being excited that over 24 hours of travel is over, I was thrilled for my European adventure to be finally kicking off.
Read MoreThat Time I Joined an Internationally Touring Rock Band
At the end of this week I’ll be embarking on my band’s International World Tour. Needless to say, I can hardly believe it’s already time for takeoff. But before I go, I obviously want to brag – I mean blog – about how exactly I ended up in a band, despite my lack of musical abilities.
Let’s rewind the tape back to April.
Two work friends and myself came up with this pipe dream where we would enter our company’s talent competition so we could win a free trip to our parent company in the United Kingdom. The reason it seemed realistic was that no one else was competing, but the reason it seemed unrealistic was that only one of us could do anything musical whatsoever. We didn’t let that stop us though.
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