Remembering Retail

March 23, 2017 at 12:13 am (My 2 cents on nothing important, My life, My life, and how I live it, Sharing is Caring, Thoughts) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )


I worked in retail for 6 months. I had no experience in sales, and I had too much experience in schooling. Some may say maybe that’s not the best career choice for me. Yet, albeit how hard on the body it was, those 6 months were the most fun out of any job I’ve ever had.

In part it was because I was at the perfect age at the perfect store. It was at a successful local boutique that had several stores throughout the city, but still felt more like a local small business than a corporate conglomerate. And I was in my early 30s.

For the customers in their 20s, I was young and hip enough to seem like their cool older sister. For the customers in their 40s and above, I was mature enough to understand their tastes, yet young enough to make them feel younger themselves. And for women in my age range…well, I’ve worked corporate, I’ve traveled the world, I’ve lived in so many metropolises, that I am like the best friend in the dressing room that will tell you, “No, those jeans make your hips look wide,” or, “You will be able to walk all day in these pumps, lady,” and they know I’m right. The cherry on top of all this is that I’m a new mom, as are so may of the customers. And yes, I am well versed on what the problem areas are for a woman who carried a child, and how best to camouflage that.

I moved quickly through the ranks during those 6 months, and at one point, I thought maybe my dream is to own a similar boutique of my own.

But then I moved back to the East coast, and reality set in that retail just didn’t pay enough for the lifestyle that I wanted to lead. So I returned to my own field, and though I feel so fulfilled in the work that I do now…I will always look back on those 6 months fondly. Wow, what an amazing time I had.


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Passages from a Blackout

February 9, 2016 at 12:57 am (Currently reading..., My 2 cents on nothing important, Recent Obsessions, Sharing is Caring, Thoughts) (, , , , , , , , )

I’ve read four books this year so far, and that is by far a lot more than I read by Feb of 2015. I think part of the reason I’ve been much faster at getting through books is because all four of these have been extremely powerful.

I mean,

Close Your Eyes, Hold Hands by Chris Bohjalian.

Room by Emma Donoghue

Luckiest Girl Alive by Jessica Knoll

You can’t get more stay-up-all-night, at-the-edge-of-your-seat than that!

But the fourth, and latest one, I think resonated with me the most.

Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget by Sarah Hepola.

Here are a couple passages that I underlined, highlighted, read and reread again and again.

“I understood drinking to be the gasoline of all adventure.”

“Wine has become our social glue, the mechanism of our bonding. We needed the wine to shut out the jackhammers of our own perfectionism and unlock the secrets we kept within.”

“A certain group of women have made booze a very public and very integral part of culture. Young, educated, and drunk.”

“I drank myself to a place I didn’t care, but I woke up a person I cared enormously.”

“The nights I can’t remember are the nights I can’t forget.”

“I’ve always been mixed up about attention, enjoying its warmth but not its scrutiny. I swear I’ve spent half my life hiding behind a couch and the other half wondering why no one was paying attention to me.”

“People like me disguised our true feelings in layers of detachment, endless pop-culture references, sarcasm. Because no one can break your heart if they don’t know it.”

“The wine turned down the volume of my own self-doubt, which is what I blocked writer is battling: the bullying voices in her head telling her each thought is unoriginal, each word too ordinary.”

“The real problem is that I still fear my own talent is deficient. This isn’t merely a problem for writers who drink; it’s a problem for drinkers and writers, period. We are cursed by a knowing fear that whatever we are – it’s not good enough.”

“What a powerful voodoo – to believe brilliance could be sipped or poured.”

Spot on.


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Love story

August 9, 2014 at 12:16 am (Recent Obsessions, Sharing is Caring) (, , , , , )

18th Century poesy ring.
Inscription reads: Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee.

My God who is the lucky recipient of this ring and what is their story?!

Photo via.

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Midweek Link Love

May 7, 2014 at 5:09 pm (Currently reading..., Life happens whether you like it or not, My 2 cents on nothing important, My life, and how I live it, Recent Obsessions, Sharing is Caring, Thoughts) (, , , , , , , , , )


1. I love airports. I love watching the planes come and go, the hustle and bustle, imagining all the stories the travelers can tell, from vacations to business trips to visiting loved ones. I even don’t mind the hassle of security checkpoints and rude TSA. So naturally, I also love this bird’s eye view of airports all around the world.

2. The first time I traveled to Paris, I did so alone, and it was incredible. I’ve been back since, and it was great in other ways (engaged!) but this New York Times article and particularly the following passage, really resonated with me:

“The question that bubbled up was not so much, Will I be back?, but rather, Could I bring back with me the feeling that I had cultivated here?”

3. This blog post on An Inch of Gray also reached deep into my heart. “I think years of busy-ness and scorekeeping and nurturing the heck out of small children somehow leave little room for thoughtfulness for each other. I think people are generally wired selfishly, and each day is a struggle against a me-first attitude. And our culture leaves us asking every day, “What’s in this for ME?” rather than “What can I do for others?” So when we feel spent, as we often do, we don’t go around looking for ways to serve our spouse.”

This is a constant struggle in my marriage as well, both of us working so hard in our respective roles that is difficult not to ‘score-keep,’ due to never fully understanding what the other goes through on a day to day basis. Anna’s article reminds us to put our mundane bullsh*t aside (well, not in those words) and stop only worrying about what’s in it for ourselves.

4. On a lighter note, check out this on the Bold Italic. Right before I read this, I ran to the store that is literally next door to my place to get some coffee beans. But in order to get there, I have to walk through THE BIGGEST wind tunnel EVER, and I cursed under my breathe every step of the 20-step way. Reading this made me feel a lot better. So I’m not the only person who ‘can’t with this wind.’

5. Mother’s Day is this weekend (the second one I’m celebrating as a mother!) and oh, #16, you are speaking to me, aren’t you?

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Midweek Link Love

April 30, 2014 at 12:32 am (Currently reading..., My 2 cents on nothing important, Recent Obsessions, Sharing is Caring) (, , , , , , , , , )


1. Looking for inspiration in your daily mundane life? Maybe these notepads will give you the boost you need! (1), (2) Even brainstorming menu ideas and writing out grocery lists can be made more fun, I hope.

2. Elephants are really weird looking animals if you really think about it, and I can’t get enough of these gifs! Reminds me of when Dragon first started feeding himself and his hand-mouth coordination was, well, not there.

3. I was introduced to this book by A Cup of Jo and it made me laugh too! I can definitely, definitely, definitely relate to “Close the door quickly or everyone in the restaurant will hate you.” The illustrations make it all the better.

4. Jenver in Denver mentioned this animal rescue site on her blog. I immediately signed up, and you should too. With a free daily click, you can help fund food to animals in shelters all across the country. How awesome (and simple) is that?

5. This is bringing body painting to a whole new level. Can you even tell what you’re looking at?

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Judgmental San Francisco

April 24, 2014 at 11:36 pm (Exploring the city - SF Edition, My life, and how I live it, Sharing is Caring) (, )

Remember Judgmental New York?

Well, here’s Judgmental SF. Is it just me, or is the majority of SF blowjobs and gangs?


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Purple and Gold

April 24, 2014 at 11:31 pm (Recent Obsessions, Sharing is Caring) (, , )

Loving the color coordination of this home office. I need a white desk.


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Racial Profiling – an unjust reality

April 23, 2014 at 3:35 am (Currently reading..., Sharing is Caring, Thoughts) (, , , )

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This article I read on The Atlantic was supposed to be the fifth link of my new Midweek Link Love series. However, I think it’s such a heavy topic that it needs it’s own post.

When my husband and I moved to San Francisco, we had a mobile baby who prevented me from helping move. So we called up whatever company Uhaul recommended and hired movers to help us load our Uhaul.

The guys who showed up were 2 well-built African-American young men who brought gallons of their own water in preparation to get down and dirty. They were very gentle-mannered and polite, all yes mam, no mam, though they weren’t at all required to be. Upon small talk, I learned that they had already moved someone in the morning, and were gonna move someone else after us. Highly impressed with their work ethic and how speedy and efficient they were.

I was manning the Uhaul thinking about what to tip them and what raving review I was gonna give, when a patrol car pulled into my complex and a cop approached me. He questioned me about our truck and informed me that someone in our building was concerned about the black men moving stuff out of the building and had called the cops.

I was appalled. APPALLED. And incredibly embarrassed. The cop insisted that I bring him to my apartment, and had my husband prove that we lived there, ID, mail with our name and address on it, etc. Satisfied that we were not in fact robbing an apartment in broad daylight, he left, but not before another cop car pulled up as backup. Backup!! In case of what?!?!

Ashamed and mortified, I apologized profusely to the gentlemen, who absolutely did not deserve that kind of treatment. And to my even greater horror, they brushed it off and said it wasn’t the first time that’s happened, and it wouldn’t be the last.

What’s ironic is that after we arrived in SF, we hired 2 more guys to help us unload the truck. This time, the company sent over 2 Caucasian men, and I’ve gotta say, these guys were the laziest, whiniest little b*tches I’ve ever met. They moaned and complained the whole time, left our furniture and boxes littered and unattended all over our complex, and certainly took their sweet time, being paid by the hour and all. And no, no one called the cops.

I’m not saying one skin color is any more or less superior to another skin color. I’m saying you can be an honest, hard-working man, or you can be a lazy bum, and it has nothing to do with race. You hear about racism on TV shows or in the news, but it’s never been a part of my inner circle…and I’ve been living my life fairly oblivious to how cruel and unfair it is. And as Glanville says in the article, how does a parent of a minority race explain to their kids these differences?

It was the first time I came face to face with racial profiling. I wasn’t even the one who was profiled, yet I still get goosebumps thinking about it now. I can’t imagine living life having to deal with it every day.

This article by Doug Glanville is powerful and thought-provoking. If you only have time to click one link on my blog today, make it this one.

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Midweek Link Love

April 23, 2014 at 2:27 am (My 2 cents on nothing important, Recent Obsessions, Sharing is Caring) (, , , , , , , , , , , )


1. I just bought a box of brownie mix, because baking is not one of my fortes. So when I saw this recipe for Double Dark Chocolate Mint Brownies over at Create Bake Celebrate, I knew I had to try it.

2. I’m pretty set in my ways when it comes to makeup, and ‘adventuring out’ means picking different colors or choosing between a lipstick or a lip gloss. I saw this tutorial for a summery fresh face when Dragon was napping, so I thought, why not give it a try. Well, glad to report that I have a new go-to technique now, and am completely venturing out of my comfort zone of heavy lower lid liner all the time.

3. Who doesn’t like to check out what Kate Middleton is wearing? I mean, there are full blogs dedicated to just that! Go to The Simply Luxurious Life and see a rundown of what the Duchess wore on her tour to Australia with the baby prince.

4. I’m not a big fan of parenting books. I feel it’s mostly preach-preach-preach, easier-said-than-done, don’t-we-all-wish-we-are-as-good-at-parenting-as-you-are hocus pocus. Sure, I want to be the best parent I can be, but I just can’t handle droning on and on and on and…you get the idea. So it’s nice little snippets like this I found over at The Vie Society that catches my attention; short, to the point, easy to incorporate into my own parenting techniques, and did I mention, short?

5. Read it here.

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Judgmental New York

April 18, 2014 at 1:47 pm (My life, and how I live it, Sharing is Caring) (, )

Checkout this map on Gothamist.


It’s interesting that when I lived on my own, I lived where “Cultured People” are, and when I moved in with my now husband, I moved to “Rats.” Oh, compromises 🙂

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