On Separation and Overexpectation

Months ago I used to be listening to a little jazz and intoxicated by alcohol while updating the Issue. Today I am sitting in Millennium Tower intoxicated by Paris Hilton's album.

It sure is different here having a small family within Ernst & Young, with a Lotus Sametime chat channel open almost 8 hours a day. It's impossible to get booze here (the workplace) in the first place. But apparently now is not the best time of the internship: today marks the first exit of a colleague we dearly hang out with. Wednesday will see another two leaving, and myself on Friday.

Now, on overexpectation. Should I name names? I love that shit. But I don't think I should 'coz it's a little commercial. So I read about this decent looking twenty-something who has a Masters in Applied Finance and a ladies shoe boutique under her belt. When I discovered that she'd also won some fashion award not too long ago, I was really intrigued and she became an immediate inspiration.

Yesterday I brought two girl friends of mine to her premise. We found things you could get somewhere else, only more than 200% marked up. It was the location, no doubt about that. No second time for my friends, no doubt about that too.

Did I lose my inspiration as immediately as I had made it one? I can't tell but I tried my best to look at the positive side. Maybe:
1) good merchandising skills and a keen eye for trends made her make similar buying decisions with other labels.
2) maybe my friends were just not the target market.

Whatever it was, I felt as if I had lost a little inspiration nonetheless.

Forunately, things brightened up a bit when I and my colleague walked into Tos'R'Us today.