I don’t want to be biased on my own blog because technically I love all the posts, but I really really LOVE Career Confidential. Each week, I look forward to posting this column because all of these fabulous ladies have such invaluable advice and insight. And who better to learn from than those who are in the process of making it big?
I feel like in the last Career Confidential with Katie
I recently had to take a business management class in college–not by choice of course. When my professor started a lecture titled “interviewing”, I was really curious to see what tips she would give us.
Let’s just say it was nothing like what I expected. When discussing what should be worn to interviews, she suggested that women should be wearing suits and close-toed kitten heels (GASP!). Oh and heaven forbid that we forget those horrendous panty hose.
There are a wide variety of changes in my life that remind me I am no longer 21. Back in the good ole days, I could be on-the-go non-stop for weeks at a time with very little sleep. Every once in a while, I would take one day to stay-in, and re-charge my batteries. Now in my old age, I need far more than one day of relaxation, I need full weekends, and then that isn’t even enough. Thus, I decided to devote this weekend to some much-needed alone time.
I am totally guilty of it: the second I wake up in the morning, I scroll through my Facebook and Twitter to make sure nothing Earth shattering happened in the last 8 hours. This morning, (not surprisingly) I saw that people were still feverishly sharing information about the Rolling Stone boycott. (If you have been living under a rock, let me give you the Cliff Notes version: the newest issue of Rolling Stone has Dzhokhar “Jahar” Tsarnaev, the living Boston bomber, on the cover) While Rolling Stone is never on my list of must-reads, I had to see what people
Someone asked me this question at dinner recently. I was with my husband and his other Marine friends, all of whom had just received their military career assignments. Everyone was talking enthusiastically about their futures and lamenting the fates of the individuals who got some of the not-so-great assignments. I was content listening to everyone explain to me what their Marine jobs would entail
Before you get your panties in a twist, let me clarify: I love babies and I love weddings. What I don’t love is when weddings and babies happen during the first 30 years of a person’s life. When I see Facebook acquaintances sharing nauseating (yet semi-adorable) pictures of these “grown up moments”, I take a second to mourn the loss of their 20s. (Side note: I am not trying to be mean. I am sure they think the same thing about me when I write about my empty career ambitions and drunken party nights). It boggles my mind: why would
Maybe I am biased because Katie is my bff, but I thought her Career Confidential answers were filled with such valuable gems that I decided to break it up into two parts (check out part 1 here). I just couldn’t bring myself to edit it down and risk the chance of missing some real advice.
We are all trying to figure out how to balance all
I am SO SO excited introduce everyone to a weekly column called, Career Confidential. This is where NeonNotebook gets to learn the real dirt about some of the coolest jobs out there. I don’t know
about you, but we are tired of reading generic BS from “career experts”. So, we are going straight to the horse’s mouth: ladies with the most badass jobs around.
I know it is cliché: I have been trying to start this blog for quite a while now. I always had a million excuses for why I couldn’t: “I am too busy with real work”, “I don’t have time”, “It probably won’t get anywhere”…blah, blah, blah. One day, about a month ago, I said, “fuck it, it is time to do what I really want”. Thus, NeonNotebook was born!
I spend a vast majority of my time on the Internet, and I have always felt like there wasn’t a one-stop destination for gen-y girls. There are fabulous fashion blogs, inspiring
MAJOR guilty pleasure = Taylor Swift. Yes, I love her! Her song “22” has been my jam lately; I can’t get enough of it. She perfectly describes the days when you just need to “forget the deadlines”, and hit the dance floor.
This weekend, I totally had one of those moments. My best buds and I hit the club, and totally tore up the dance floor for hours. It was exactly what I needed. Sometimes I forget that I am only 25; I deserve drunken nights, best friends and Ke$ha!!!!