Day Three at JWT:

I wait for a creative brief for a new assignment for Vaseline Intensive Care. Did you know that JWT is a new agency for them? Did you know they now have 12 different types of products with new packaging? This is me trying to rev up for my 3:00 meeting today. This is the first day I will officially do some work at JWT.

The reprieve from work has been welcome, since I've been apartment hunting. An apartment Monday night, across from Blake's (Baby Boy's sis...awesome Diva that will be my new best friend) place in Park Slope. AMAZING back deck. Strange layout though. Example: To get on to the deck, one must go through big pink bathroom. Conversation may sound like this: "Joel, I know you need to finish that article in Wired. But, how long do I have to wait to get on the deck. Finish reading on the couch!" Then I saw another place today, with a "study" barely the size of a futon. But, this place had a cool fireplace. But, no outside access. Maybe I'm being too picky, because I just started looking. Yes, definitely being too picky. Need to loosen the list of demands a bit. Not taking these apartments may be a huge regret. But, can't live with regrets...poison, I tell you, poison.

Oh yeah, work? People are very cool. Because I freelanced here this summer, I feel like I've already been working here. Surreal. A thanks for everyone's support and help. And a future thanks to all those couches I will crash on here...

My work number: 212.210.6453
Cell number: 503.381.9667

More word at the end of the week, when things really ramp up.

Going to see Chris and Rima's new baby boy this weekend! Can't wait to see Jonukie number 2, named Timothy Adam. I have to figure out how to put pics on this thing.

-King Rants. And Rants a little more...

FIRST DAY AT WORK:

Here's an email I sent out to all those that attended my mini-going away party.

White-walled on white-walled office. No windows. The whirr of
recycled air. It's the 80's style ad agency that talks about knocking
down the walls, "just like Chiat!" But, there are no walls coming down
and the three martini lunches have all sobered. I wait to be briefed
on an assignment. And wait some more.
The only thing that saves me right now are:
1. Radio Paradise on Itunes.
2. My obsession with finding an apartment. And I mean, obsession.

I have bouts of buyer's remorse. What have I done? Have a jumped ship
too soon? Well, being that it took me 4 years to be gainfully
employed, maybe not. What am I doing here? "This isn't my beautiful
house?" (homage: David Byrne). Is this my security card for the
building? Does that mean this is it?

But then I remember. All for a new adventure. All for the challenge.
All in the name of the career. All in the name of, "I wonder what
would have happened if I took that job in NYC?" Because wonder if's
are far more dangerous than anything I know. Because Liz as a drunk
obese 45 year old housewife who whines about what would have happened
if I moved to NY, is not only scary, but ug-ly.

So, why the ramble?

Thanks. A HUGE thanks to everyone who came to Lizapalooza and to
everyone who wanted to but couldn't. I appreciate everything...the
congrats, the good lucks, the gifts (not necessary!), the L.I. Iced
Teas and especially the house (here's to you, Fishcake). And of
course, to Joel who put it all together...

I'll be back in a month to really say goodbye and party late and have
lunch and pack and finish that poncho and do all those things I can fit
into one week...

See everyone soon. Oh, and if you want a pen pal, write back. I have
to create my address book all over again on my email....so I don't have
your addresses handy right now.

Dahnke,
Liz
lizzieking@earthlink.net