Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Yah, I just might have a "dream job"

Also a nice excuse to tie Oprah into this post...

So today's Oprah- which I tivo religiously- is about people with "Glamorous, High-Flying, Action-Packed Dream Jobs".

The first interview is with the tall, thin, tanned, Brooklyn-brownstone-ownin', mop-topped toddler having Jenna Lyons, the Creative Director of the first lady's fave store J. Crew. I'll admit, I wanted to hate her (so thin! so beautiful! a driver came to pick her up and drive her to work! she gets home from work everyday by no later than 6:30! she has AN ENTIRE BEDROOM FOR A CLOSET!!!!!!!!). But honestly, she really wasn't that annoying or pretentious and I honestly agree with what she had to say.

I gotta admit that I have a pretty amazingly kick-ass job. I'm not a millionaire (yet), nor would I consider my life "glamorous" but I honestly and truly love what I do. Not every minute of every day, but at least some part of every single day at work is truly enjoyable.

I plan parties for a living. All kinds of parties and events. I help people have fun. I make milestone events a little more special, a little more beautiful and a lot less stressful for a LOT of people. By proxy, I've been to countless birthdays, anniversaries, Bar & Bat Mitzvahs, weddings, fundraisers, holiday parties, album releases, and red carpet premieres. I've met tons ofcelebrities, (sadly, not Oprah yet but ONE DAY!!) consumed food and wine that I could never afford to buy for myself, and hosted/attended events and parties that people in middle America read about in In Style & US Magazine.

When I was a little girl I used to meet people on summer vacation and invite them to my birthday party (p.s. I'm a Capricorn) and as an Ivy League graduate people often asked me why the HELL I was choosing to waste my education and instead "sling booze". Well to be honest it wasn't really a conscious choice...I just kept doing what made me happy and eventually someone paid me for it. I think I'm very lucky to do what I love and I think the world would be a whole lot happier if less people spent 40+ hours a week doing something miserable.