You know how I usually blag (blog brag) about my wonderful job and how great things can be there sometimes?  WELL, the last two days have been awful.  AWFUL.  My life has basically been like Anne Hathaway's character in The Devil Wears Prada. I won't go into all the details because it would take years to explain but basically it's been a hellacious 48 hours of being on call after hours, having a headache from two constant fast paced stress-filled/tense days, working 10-11 hour days, having virtually nothing go right, praying the worst case scenario wouldn't happen, and then finding out the worse case scenario would have been better than what actually did happen, getting to the point of just about sobbing in front of half my team, boss, and three other assistants, constantly feeling like an idiot, feeling like I need to be a mind reader, dreading when my phone would start buzzing, having to argue with people on the phone after getting to that point where I'm told there's nothing anyone can do to help me, and I have to tell them that's not an acceptable answer, and then going back and forth like that until one of us gives in (and it couldn't be me), etc etc etc.  Finally, everything is worked out.  Well, after some serious travel adjustments.  But it wasn't good.  Not good at all.  And on top of all that?  Yesterday (ps stop reading here if you're going to be grossed out) I almost stepped in the HUGEST piece of poo in the subway.  Like, so big there's no WAY it could be human.  It was like, horse size....but how would a horse be in the subway?  AND I saw a homeless man's pubes, AND a lady blatantly cut in front of me in line at Pinkberry, and the Pinkberry serving was totally stingy.  Oh yeah, and it was like 92 degrees and about 1000% humidity.  Not to mention a few other stressors that are too personal to go into, but they themselves would have made for a bad day.  Oh yeah, and it wasn't until 6:30pm today that I realized I'd gone all day not even noticing the fact that I never put on mascara this morning.

Luckily I have some wonderful wonderful wonderful people in my life who were there to console me when I finally had the breakdown.  I realize my job is cushy and a lot of people work a lot longer hours and with much more stress daily.  But, I guess that's the beauty of this being my blog; I can complain if I want to.

Point of post: can't wait to get on the plane Friday and head west for a couple days.  The flights will suck royally with a ridiculous 3 1/2 hour layover in Denver Friday and 2 hour layover in Chicago Monday, but at least it only cost me $301.

But I am super bummed I'm missing the FREE Bon Jovi concert in Central Park on Saturday.  Boo.