Saturday, January 07, 2006
Social dilemmas
"Wala na nga tayong social life, hindi pa tayo kakain ng maayos!"--My acerbic comment last night to officemates, which got all of us giggling, although it wasn't really funny. Or maybe, because it was so true, it made it funny, I don't know.
Anyway, there we were last night at the office--a bunch of editors, all holding down supposedly glamorous jobs (we're in lifestyle magazines, after all!), when the truth is, it's a lot of hard work. I was emailing all my contributors to remind them that deadline for the March issue was fast approaching, while correcting a stack of proofs, and checking pages that have been colorproofed. A few feet away from me, our style editor just got in from a full day's pull out and was busy organizing the clothes she'll be using for her shoot tomorrow. Next, she'll be putting on masking tape on the soles of the shoes that the models will wear. Another editor, over at another cubicle, was frantically editing articles while ranting about a memo she recieved that morning.
Welcome to the glamorous life! How come it's not the same in TV and movies? Just for once I wish they'd portray editors realistically. I never see Carrie Bradshaw do anything but hang out with her friends while typing the occasional column and reflecting on her and her friends sexual and relationship (mis)adventures. Jennifer Garner in 13 Going on 30 had time to dance to "Thriller" while overhauling a whole magazine and getting rid of her conniving best friend, not to mention traveling through time, in less than a week!
Which is why, feeling bad that we were in the office Friday night, we ended up eating at Old Spaghetti House in Libis for pasta, melt-in-your mouth porkchops and onion rings. After which we headed to Starbucks for macchiattos and cheesecake. Bliss! We may not have a life, but we can certainly treat ourselves to great food!
Book I'm (re)reading now: Rosie Dunn by Cecilia Ahern. Recommended to me by another editor. People who know me would laugh because the book lies squarely in the category of chick lit. The cover is pink, good Lord! I took a chance on it because I needed some light bedside reading. Surprisingly, this turned out to be a really good read. Funny, poignant, and given the genre, romantic. But not nauseatingly so.
CDs on rotation: The Libertines The Libertines, You Could Have It So Much Better Franz Ferdinand, Highly Evolved The Vines. Visceral. Lethal...Magic!
Anyway, there we were last night at the office--a bunch of editors, all holding down supposedly glamorous jobs (we're in lifestyle magazines, after all!), when the truth is, it's a lot of hard work. I was emailing all my contributors to remind them that deadline for the March issue was fast approaching, while correcting a stack of proofs, and checking pages that have been colorproofed. A few feet away from me, our style editor just got in from a full day's pull out and was busy organizing the clothes she'll be using for her shoot tomorrow. Next, she'll be putting on masking tape on the soles of the shoes that the models will wear. Another editor, over at another cubicle, was frantically editing articles while ranting about a memo she recieved that morning.
Welcome to the glamorous life! How come it's not the same in TV and movies? Just for once I wish they'd portray editors realistically. I never see Carrie Bradshaw do anything but hang out with her friends while typing the occasional column and reflecting on her and her friends sexual and relationship (mis)adventures. Jennifer Garner in 13 Going on 30 had time to dance to "Thriller" while overhauling a whole magazine and getting rid of her conniving best friend, not to mention traveling through time, in less than a week!
Which is why, feeling bad that we were in the office Friday night, we ended up eating at Old Spaghetti House in Libis for pasta, melt-in-your mouth porkchops and onion rings. After which we headed to Starbucks for macchiattos and cheesecake. Bliss! We may not have a life, but we can certainly treat ourselves to great food!
Book I'm (re)reading now: Rosie Dunn by Cecilia Ahern. Recommended to me by another editor. People who know me would laugh because the book lies squarely in the category of chick lit. The cover is pink, good Lord! I took a chance on it because I needed some light bedside reading. Surprisingly, this turned out to be a really good read. Funny, poignant, and given the genre, romantic. But not nauseatingly so.
CDs on rotation: The Libertines The Libertines, You Could Have It So Much Better Franz Ferdinand, Highly Evolved The Vines. Visceral. Lethal...Magic!
// posted by terrie @ 12:57 PM 
