I thought for some reason moving to New York and getting a job would be enough to shake me out of the lifestyle and style-style I had for the last two years and open all the doors I need for my next one, but it's not.
So much like that guy I saw in the elevator at work who's toupee was a different color than his below the ear hairline, I need give myself an upgrade. A new haircut, new furniture (like a real bed) a new computer eventually, new music, new interests and even new friends that might not be in advertising. WHAT!!*!&^@@^!. Yes. Not in advertising. WHAT@#*&^!^!@1!. Not in advertising.
Oh.
