9/11

I wasn't in NY and I didn't know any of the brave people who lost their lives that day. I do know one man, my husband, who continues to serve this country and protect our shores. I told him I wouldn't talk about him on my blog so I wont say anymore than just this. We owe the men and women who serve our country our greatest gratitude. The policemen and firemen and everyone else who worked to save lives that day and every day since then. For you, I am ever grateful.

I was a senior in college on 9/11/01 waiting to leave the US for London to study abroad. I was driving on Route 95 to work listening to the radio. At first they thought it was a traffic helicopter that crashed. The more I listened the more I learned. I sat there in traffic from 8:46am till 9:30am listening and crying.

A few weeks later I left the US to live in London for a few months. I never had a doubt in my mind that I wouldn't go. I didn't want to let those people hold me back from life. I left on an American Airlines plane with my friend Rocio and tried to hold back the tears. I didn't do anything brave or heroic. I just made sure that I continued to remember and reflect on the lives lost and the America that changed. My husband heard a speaker the other day who had an interesting insight. He asked everyone to look around and see the sprinklers and fire alarms and lighted exit doors. He said that we were prepared for fire. We have drills and we are taught how to deal with the situation. We are not taught how to deal with terrorism. The people on United Airlines Flight 93 fought back. The people in the towers helped others to get out. The firemen and policemen ran in to save others. I'd like to think that faced with a similar situation that I would fight to save lives.

I will be thinking of these people all day.

The hundreds of people who died in the WTC towers, The 92 crew members and passengers on American Airlines Flight 11, the 64 crew members and passengers on American Airlines Flight 77, the 56 passengers and 9 crew members of United Airlines Flight 175, the 125 service members and employees in the Pentagon, and the 45 people on United Airlines Flight 93.

Inappropriate Interns

At every job I've had there have been interns. Some of them have turned out to be superstars (that's you Alicia) and others have shown us how to be superstar idiots. This year at The New Agency we have an intern. At first she was lovely. She wasn't shy and she'd follow up on things and she was very cute. I'm not exactly sure when it all went down hill but I have a feeling when her skirts began to become smaller our feelings for her also lessened.

At each office there is always someone who is the daring fashionista. At my old agency she was perky and beautiful and oh so Nantucket. We loved it. We even made Christmas ornaments one year for the office holiday party and she made a perfect replica of herself with sunglasses and pearls.

At my office unfortunately the new intern is our daring fashionista. Actually fashionista is not really the word I'd use for the sky high platforms, mini skirts and tight hot pink tops. Or some days its the beach cover up dresses used as actual dresses. Today is a very cute dress that somehow got shrunk in the wash. Every day its "what is the intern wearing today?" and sometimes its a "No, you don't want to look at her - she forgot her pants when she got dressed".

Now I could be a bitchy slightly overweight short girl who is very jealous of the skinny skimpy clothed intern but I don't think so.

Also - one last thought. If I'm cold in the office wearing pants and a short sleeve top - is she is just freezing to death?