The first job that I ever had was at Build-a-Bear Workshop. The first and only job that I ever got fired from was also Build-a-Bear Workshop. The thing is, when you discover that you’re not just “sad” but “clinically depressed”, it’s a really difficult realization. You go from “Oh, I’m just down in the dumps, I’ll… Continue reading I Got Fired From Build-a-Bear Workshop
In the month of February alone, I apologized for the following: Eating dinner because I didn’t know someone might ask me to dinner Getting my nails done because I didn’t know someone might ask me to get my nails done Someone being attracted to me Missing a phone call A Starbucks barista getting my order wrong… Continue reading #SorrySoSorry
My alarm went off around six in the morning. (And by alarm, I mean my mother knocked on the door and woke me up for school because cell phones weren’t around back then and I sure as hell didn’t own an alarm clock!) (I did, for some reason, have a pager despite the fact I was not… Continue reading A Tale of Self-Worth + Being 13.
I spent a majority of my younger life hiding myself. When I was 14 years old, I celebrated the last day of school with my group of girlfriends at Revere Beach in Massachusetts. (Which, if you’re from the area, you know is basically the eighth wonder of the world.) All the girls had on their… Continue reading Body talk.
Last week, on a really cold day in Boston, I walked around my old neighborhood (the North End) with an iced coffee while wearing a leopard print fur coat. That last fact isn’t really vital to this story, but I did want to brag about the fact that I needlessly purchased a leopard print (faux) fur… Continue reading Strangers with Packages.