I started writing professionally after I got laid off from my last job as fashion director at Good Housekeeping. I fell into print fashion publishing essentially because I was stylish, cute, and hard-working. That was the 80’s. I went into one of the last magazine stores in NYC yesterday and realized how much print magazines have changed. The majority were indies or self-published, I think. I pondered buying a Harper’s Bazaar or Vogue for old times’ sake but could barely find one of them hidden underneath the large format mags and covered in dust, covers wrinkled from dripping umbrellas.
I am now in HR, an industry that insists you be confidential. Don’t ask me how I got here. In fact, you can’t ask me anything. Mum’s the word and the work is to say nothing when the gossip is so good. Those that know me know that that is not an easy feat for me. But once I’m told to shut up, I do.
After years of contributing and following essential call sheets which included the crew’s personal and vital information, I was reamed out by my new boss for giving out current colleagues’ phone numbers and addresses to their managers for work purposes. That’s confidential??! All of this new learning certainly is keeping the synapses firing in my brain. I realized there is still so much to learn.
There needs to be a place for all of my musings to go. And this is it.
Bravo! Excited for the next one!
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