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Day 05 – Your childhood, in great detail
• Were you wealthy or lower class, how you spent your days, what you did, what you liked and disliked, how you acted, what you and your family/friends did
The first few years of my life were a bit rough. We lived in a cheap little apartment in Brooklyn. My father was still a lowly surgical resident, drowning in mile high student loan debt, and my mother just starting as a nurse. Eventually, she got into the nurse’s union and ended up being our family’s main bread-winner. However, my parents were working long, stressful hours, which began to wear on them. According to my dad, there were a bunch of times when he thought of just giving up his doctor dream and just getting a job that would pay real money. One particularly damning time was when we were ousted from our apartment and had to move in with my grandmother. Not being able to support us hurt my father deeply, but my mother refused to let him give up. She knew all the sacrifice would be worth it, and it was.
By the time I was 10, we were back on our feet and moving out to Long Island. The first house we lived in was nice. It was a small one story house with four bedrooms, nothing particularly special. However it was such a drastic change from living in my grandmother’s cramped apartment that my sister and I loved it. We would spend hours playing in the yard, riding bikes down the road, bouncing on the mini-trampolines that my fun aunt had bought us against all of my parent’s wishes. Simply put, we enjoyed our childhood every way possible. A few years later, when my father’s success kicked in, we moved into a much larger house, complete with a pool and huge backyard. Those were the good days for me and Jordan. There was no real fighting, just a bit of bickering back and forth. We would talk every day for hours on end. We would play together. We were truly friends. As we got older everything changed.
Our age difference might have had something to do with it. After all, we were four years a part. But I never really see that as the contributing factor. No. To me, it’s always been one simple event that broke us up: the day that tiny little eight year old stood up in our tiny church and belted out a song worthy of Aretha Franklin. After that, everything was different. Despite being the older child, I was no longer important. I was just Jordan’s talentless big sister. Suddenly, the whole world revolved around her and I’ll admit it, I was jealous. There were no more fun weekends; instead they were spent taking Jordan to this practice or that rehearsal. They were spent rushing from that recital to this showcase. It got even worse when everyone realized Jordan had a natural ability at playing instruments. I was a child forgotten, and I hated her for it. The point of no return came when Jordan began acting out in school and other respects of life, thinking that she would get away with it. Sure enough, the golden child got away with everything. In fact, /I/ was the one who would get in trouble because I apparently I was supposed to be a better role model, which was absolute bullshit. For a while, I just kept my head down and went on with my life. However, as high school and puberty reared their ugly heads. I began fighting back. I began arguing over the stupidity. I began to detest being ignored. I loathed everyone in the house and made it painfully obvious.
One day my dad turned on a Yankee game and sat me down to talk, but there really wasn’t much talking done. He didn’t force me to explain my bitterness. He didn’t make me talk about what was so obvious. He didn’t care. He just wanted an end to the hostility. And it worked, so much so that the fighting died down for quite some time. That’s how my Yankee love was formed. After that, things got better. They never went back to how they were, and I doubt they ever will; however, we’ve at least found a way to be able to be in the same room together. That’s progress, right?
Day 06 – A typical day, in great detail
• What do you do from sun up to sun down, where do you go, what time do you wake up/go to sleep, who do you see, what are you concerned about on a daily basis
I have a daily schedule that I probably should stick to, however I’m late for everything --and I do mean everything—so it’s rare for me to actually stick to it. However, this is typically how it goes:
7:30-- My alarm goes off, I hit snooze.
7:45-- I snooze again.
8:00-- I finally get out of bed.
8:05-8:25—I sit on the floor in front of my closet trying to figure out what to wear.
8:30—Shower & get dressed.
9:00—Figure out my method of transportation. It’s rare that I’m actually out of the house by 9, so it differs. If I’m a little late, I ride my bike. If I’m late, I take the train. If I am REALLY late, I take a cab.
9:30-9:45—I arrive at work, and proceed to dick around and chat for a while.
10:30—Check e-mails & voice mail.
11:00—My main job: manage the housebeautiful.com social medias aka twitter and pinterest.
2:00—Run random errands and make phone calls for my immediate boss, Naomi.
2:30—More twitter/pinterest [eating and chatting the ENTIRE time.]
4:00—File assorted interviews, house tours, and photos.
4:30—Check and respond to all new e-mails.
4:45—Research, write and make calls for small bit pieces I’m allowed to do.
5:30—Get ready to leave. I usually end up lolly-gagging and talking with my co-workers for a while.
7:05—Crash into bed, get undressed, watch TV, text, tweet, etc.
8:00—Find some sort of dinner to assemble.
8:30- 11:00—Mess around until I fall asleep.