I've been up since about 4:45 a.m., which is kind of a feat of super-human-ness considering my hotel room at the looks-nice-but-isn't Liberty Hotel was situated directly above a hotel-run outdoor bar that was blaring music until 2 a.m. Truly. On a Wednesday night. I phone down to the front desk around 10:40 p.m. and explained that I needed to be up at 4:30 for work, so they sent up some earplugs. Clearly I am not the only one who's ever had this problem.
Spent the day in seminars on off-price retailing at the TJ Maxx and Marshalls headquarters. The truly epic day came to a mindboggling head when certain well-known bloggers (for the record, not me, Leah, Nola, or Stephanie) started berating the team of very excellent publicists and badgering them for free stuff, gift cards, and shopping sprees. I exaggerate not at all. I'm often shocked at non-professional bloggers' (or professional personal style bloggers' as the case may be) overgrown sense of self-importance and wild senses of entitlement. I mean, sure, magazine editors and legit writers often get things for free, but I've never, in seven years of working in media, seen anyone outright demand freebies, gift cards, and shopping sprees like this one rather well-known blogger girl did. Wow. Tacky and gauche don't even begin to describe how long she went on about it during the group session.
For the record: publicists, please don't send me stuff. I have too much stuff. I don't want any more stuff. In fact, if you'd like to take some of my stuff off my hands, I'd be awfully grateful. All I want are good stories and interesting facts.
Anyway, we're back on the train now, which is lovely, because there's wifi and we don't have to schlep all the way to the airport and worry about checking things in and liquids and plastic ziploc baggies and stuff. I can't wait to get home and collapse into bed and read my Kindle.