Good morning, Wednesday. I'm deeply involved with work these days, which I am ultimately thankful for, but working from home has its challenges. That's why I've decide to join the masses of freelancers and make Starbucks my office. Though I prefer some of the other local coffee shops in the area, Starbucks has top notch wireless, and that's that. Other places here want nothing to do with us working stiffs so they don't offer such digital goodness.
As I sit here in the basement b of Starbucks (a happy discovery ps when I noticed every bloody seat upstairs is always taken, and no amount of giving death stares to the latte sipping hoards would guarantee me a seat), I am entrenched in some sort of weird freelance and creative bunker. As I long around me right this moment with my Spotify at full blast through my headphones, everybody down here, and there are about ten of us, are chicks. Not one of us have makeup on, most of us have not had a brush through our hair in days, and we're definitely not dressed for success. I myself forgot to put on socks today as I raced out of the house to get a change of scene as I finished up a project. We are all on Macs, in comfy shoes, and intrepid gazes. My work/life has changed so much in one year- I went from working in an office full of people to a coffeeshop full of them. I enjoy the fact that I have my own space here, that I don't need to engage in conversation about the weather or how this person or that person fucked up a project, and how rumor has it that some sort of workplace apocalypse is about to happen, in the form of a lost account or management disaster. I am a bit worried about my appearance though- it's very easy to get trapped into the Brooklyn homeless chic vortex- I seriously have not had on anything that has a real shape in weeks. Oh well. It's a small price to pay for the sweet taste of FREEDOM. I'm (not so) secretly smug about people who have no choice but to shop at Ann Taylor because they need "work" clothes. Ha. Ha. Ha. (In advertising we never had to dress, but still...only the creative guys could get away with the homeless thing, and boy did they). I am not kidding you when I tell you a girl just walked in here in leggings with lips all over them, gold high tops and a grandpa cardigan sweater. Life is good, even if freelance fashion is not.
I guess I just wanted to give you a glimpse of life from where I sit, and also inform the single men who read this that all the cool indie sisters who are doing it for themselves hang out at Starbucks basements during the day and get it done. I can't guarantee they've showered though. But they most likely will if you ask them out on a date- you'd be surprised how important a good meal is when you're living on Starbucks. I am enjoying being part of the freelance community without having to buy in and really talk to anyone (not much of a joiner am I). If working on my own, drinking coffee and listening to headphones is the price of admission, sign me the fuck up. I want to be part of the Freelance Nation.
So ya, I've got about another hour here before I have to go check on Khan, who is learning to stay by himself but still not a big fan of it. I'm sure he wishes he had a Starbucks to hang in right about now- he's way more social than I expected these days and is enjoying our new life. So that's what's up from this subterranean hotbed of dancehall listening FREElance on this Wednesday right here in Brooklyn. I guess Starbucks is loving how all this free wifi is good for business. All the love to you. Maybe you've showered today, and for that, I salute you. Now get back to work. XO