1. My company’s website and social media manager very selfishly got married and is currently honeymooning in Mexico with his new bride. Which means I am stuck doing all of the social media for my organization. And you know what I hate? Social media. My boss likes to joke that I would make a much better 42-year-old than 27-year-old. Which is true.
Yesterday I managed to code and get our newsletter out all by myself and set my mind to doing a little Twitter outreach to Members of Congress that we currently think are the jam. I spelled cosponsoring wrong* in ELEVEN Tweets that went out last night. Just as I was starting to think I was softening towards Twitter, I’ve rightfully returned to hating it now. It’s for the best.
Luckily, I could delete that shit because it was a harmless mistake and not say, oh, a communications director trying to cover up a blunder.
My two favorite example here and here. (Although that isn’t the worst thing in former-Rep. Schock’s office that’s going on lately, being that the congressman decorated his D.C. office with a Downton Abbey theme and has since resigned due to ethics violations. I do adore a good gossipy political scandal.
2. I was walking into work a couple of weeks ago, standing on the corner at a red light with one of the very conservative, religious older admin ladies from my office when a homeless woman stopped, pointed at me and said, “You look like you’ve got a tight pussy, get on your back and put your legs in the air.”
My co-worker burst out laughing, I stood there in stunned silence waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the light to change so I could walk away. Livin’ in the city. Always a dream.
3. If you need a new blog to add to your list, head over to Camp Patton. I kind of want to take this woman’s eldest daughter with me everywhere to provide colorful commentary, in the most non-kidnapping way possible.
I nannied for a 4-year-old when I first got to D.C. who looked at me one afternoon and said, dead serious, “Rachel, A-Rock-O-Bama [Barack Obama] is so handsome, no one can stop him.”
I think I also accidentally taught this little one a slight bit of road rage when, stuck in traffic on the way to preschool, she banged on her car seat and said, “Oh, come on!”
4. Both my little brothers had birthdays this week – turning the grown-ass ages of 23 and 25. My, how we’ve all grown up. Joining me in wishing these boys a belated happy birthday.
5. And a jam to get you through your Friday. How happy are we that Missy Elliot is back? Answer: Super stoked.
*Because I noticed the squiggly line and thought it was because spell check wanted me to hyphenate or put a space between “co” and “sponsor” which is not how we roll in D.C.