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neonanimaI've been getting so much done at work that it's really unlike me. Lumberpunk sent me a screenshot of a tweet that said something like "You ever catch yourself working too hard and think 'I gotta chill, they don't pay me enough for this.'" That's been me for the past two weeks.
I even entertained a little paranoid thought the other night that maybe they put something in the water and air after they finally cracked some kind of chemical way to make people more motivated and productive without paying them more.
I was telling Margot it's so bleakly hilarious how all businesses seem to be suddenly speaking with one voice about the wonderful company culture and productivity benefits of going back to the office, making no effort to hide that they only let people work from home to begin with because it was that or lose their employees, and they never actually cared who died or developed lifelong health problems during the pandemic.
Admittedly, the new office is exponentially nicer and there's more of a sense of community with the no-cubes floor plan. There's a little nook with four bean bags that they've been using for "Thirsty Thursdays" where people can have a glass of wine around 4pm, and three restaurant-style booths next to the kitchen so you can have lunch without leaving the office but not feel obligated to keep working through it. They got a Bevi machine, which dispenses your choice of flavored water with caffeine or vitamins, hot or cold or ambient.
The latest CMO absurdity is that she (a white woman) refused to take her huge, dark sunglasses off when filming a video about what Black History Month means to her. All of us on the marketing team agree it was an off-putting choice. The Art Director verbalized something I was thinking, that it makes you think about being shady or throwing shade on Black History Month. I imagine it also gives the sense that she's filming it under duress, somehow, or she doesn't want to be recognized saying positive things about Black History Month on social media. The social media manager even directly asked her to take them off when he was filming and she said no, she had a migraine.
I'd rather we just not post it but I'm also hoping the internet scoops it up and roasts her for it.
I started watching True Detective Night Country. As hardened as I am on horror, there are still moments in the show that shock me and creep me out. There was a part at the end of the third episode, though, which was so glaringly a missed opportunity that I have to script doctor it here. There's a guy on the verge of death, and he tells one of the detectives, "Your mother is here. She's waiting."
It's such a silly and generic piece of dialogue, totally undermining the moment. It would be so much more interesting if he said something very specific that her mom used to say. Maybe not speaking in her voice, as that would be a too demon-possession tropey, but something that was deeply, disturbingly meaningful.
I fell in love with a sample of the Parfum de Marly perfume Valaya a while back. It grew on me so much, I ended up liking it more than Delina or Oriana, which I bought full bottles of. It's softly sweet with a breezy peachy floral musk. Clean but not soapy, uplifting without being loudly fruity. I couldn't find it anywhere for less than $300, though, and I'm imposing a rule that I won't spend more than $200 on a bottle of perfume. I got an email this morning that Aura Fragrance had it in stock for $169. I bought it immediately. All day I was half-anticipating an email from them cancelling the order, saying the pricing was a mistake, but they just sent me the shipping notice. It's really made my week.
I have a teal velvet couch arriving tomorrow. I'm not sure how many pieces it will be shipped in but I can't imagine sofas come detached other than the legs on the bottom. I'm so excited. I haven't had a couch since the water damage was fixed and I moved back in last Christmas. I'm really tired of hanging out upstairs.
I even entertained a little paranoid thought the other night that maybe they put something in the water and air after they finally cracked some kind of chemical way to make people more motivated and productive without paying them more.
I was telling Margot it's so bleakly hilarious how all businesses seem to be suddenly speaking with one voice about the wonderful company culture and productivity benefits of going back to the office, making no effort to hide that they only let people work from home to begin with because it was that or lose their employees, and they never actually cared who died or developed lifelong health problems during the pandemic.
Admittedly, the new office is exponentially nicer and there's more of a sense of community with the no-cubes floor plan. There's a little nook with four bean bags that they've been using for "Thirsty Thursdays" where people can have a glass of wine around 4pm, and three restaurant-style booths next to the kitchen so you can have lunch without leaving the office but not feel obligated to keep working through it. They got a Bevi machine, which dispenses your choice of flavored water with caffeine or vitamins, hot or cold or ambient.
The latest CMO absurdity is that she (a white woman) refused to take her huge, dark sunglasses off when filming a video about what Black History Month means to her. All of us on the marketing team agree it was an off-putting choice. The Art Director verbalized something I was thinking, that it makes you think about being shady or throwing shade on Black History Month. I imagine it also gives the sense that she's filming it under duress, somehow, or she doesn't want to be recognized saying positive things about Black History Month on social media. The social media manager even directly asked her to take them off when he was filming and she said no, she had a migraine.
I'd rather we just not post it but I'm also hoping the internet scoops it up and roasts her for it.
I started watching True Detective Night Country. As hardened as I am on horror, there are still moments in the show that shock me and creep me out. There was a part at the end of the third episode, though, which was so glaringly a missed opportunity that I have to script doctor it here. There's a guy on the verge of death, and he tells one of the detectives, "Your mother is here. She's waiting."
It's such a silly and generic piece of dialogue, totally undermining the moment. It would be so much more interesting if he said something very specific that her mom used to say. Maybe not speaking in her voice, as that would be a too demon-possession tropey, but something that was deeply, disturbingly meaningful.
I fell in love with a sample of the Parfum de Marly perfume Valaya a while back. It grew on me so much, I ended up liking it more than Delina or Oriana, which I bought full bottles of. It's softly sweet with a breezy peachy floral musk. Clean but not soapy, uplifting without being loudly fruity. I couldn't find it anywhere for less than $300, though, and I'm imposing a rule that I won't spend more than $200 on a bottle of perfume. I got an email this morning that Aura Fragrance had it in stock for $169. I bought it immediately. All day I was half-anticipating an email from them cancelling the order, saying the pricing was a mistake, but they just sent me the shipping notice. It's really made my week.
I have a teal velvet couch arriving tomorrow. I'm not sure how many pieces it will be shipped in but I can't imagine sofas come detached other than the legs on the bottom. I'm so excited. I haven't had a couch since the water damage was fixed and I moved back in last Christmas. I'm really tired of hanging out upstairs.