Commencement

For a really long time, I was trying to figure out what I could start a blog about. I think I have been thinking about the endeavor for about six months, and I kept putting it off because not only have I had blogs that I abandoned in the past, but I also write for a living and the idea of coming home after work only to write more didn't sound fun to me. Also, absolutely everyone I know has a blog about something, including mothers who are getting all this attention on morning shows like the "Today" show because they've been blogging about which of their children is their favorite (or has the biggest head), and it really made me feel like blogging had taken a turn for the worst.

But I never abandoned the idea of a blog, and I've finally realized that I'm ready to start one about my second job.

As for why I have a second job: I'm an editor for an entertainment website, and I'm not making as much money there as I'd like to be. I still have financial help from my parents, but I'm not independent. I really wish I was though. So obviously I have a second job out of need, dumbass. I've previously tried to supplement my income by doing other odd jobs like babysitting, and I even tried really hard to get hired as a dog walker, but that was insanely difficult because you must be available between 11AM and 4PM every weekday, which I'm not. I would have loved being a dog walker though. I'm really jealous of the girls who put up a sign in my neighborhood that advertised their dog walking expertise and had all seven of the little squares with their number on them ripped off.

But even though I'm not a dog walker and those two bitches are, they're actually not the only ones with good material.

Let's establish some ground rules.

1. I'm not going to tell you where I work. I'll tell you that I'm a caterer for a large catering company, but that's pretty much all I can say because I think I signed something that says I can't do things like this and talk about the company. So I'll refrain from doing so, at least for a little while.

2. I can't really write about who attended the events where I was a caterer. Although I will say this: the catering company is so large and so well established that the first event I worked was attended by Will.I.Am and Mayor Bloomberg (who called me "Miss," by the way. I just look so sexy in Dansko clogs, what can I say?).

3. Do those parameters already seem like there's no point in starting this blog? Probably!

Anyway...join me, won't you? (Not actually a choice.)