Stress, Stress, Stress! It is the official start of NY Fashion Week and as predicted, no amount of preparation has prevented everything from going wrong. It is barely past noon and 3 Diet Cokes in I have already: crashed a conference call, missed a deadline, jammed a lookbook in the printer and (to top off the morning) submerged my peep toe patent in a giant puddle right before walking into the Bryant Park Hotel Penthouse. On the plus side, I have been pretty consistent at not meeting my boss's expectations and chasing his unrealistic demands, all in 5 inch heels, so at least I've got that going for me. Curse me for saying I wouldn't have it any other way. Happy Fashion Week!
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