currently watching: devil wears prada - on fx, for the millionth time - and just caught one of my fave scenes of the movie. the cerulean monologue.
Miranda: "This... stuff? Oh... ok. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's actually cerulean. You're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar De La Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St Laurent, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of 8 different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and so it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of stuff."
i actually love and hate this movie. the latter is partly because i've had many a dwp moments in my own job. like the time i had to sprint down 5 blocks to catch the fedex guy to ship out some sweater swatches that just HAD to get to NY by the next morning (or heads would roll!).
or how about last week when i had to go to bevmo to buy 2 cases of wine. but of course the san bruno bevmo didn't have the exact red wine i needed to buy, so with only 15 minutes before closing, i had to buy the case of white wine i already had in my cart, book it out to the colma store, run like a damn fool across the parking lot as the doors began to close on me in colma, beg the workers to let me in, and then look for this exact case of red wine (from a specific year too, mind you). all this for a cocktail event that was going to be held.....in ny!
my boss does say, "that's all" everyone once in a while. if he ever starts to call me emily and tosses his briefcase on my desk to put away for him, then it's definitely time to quit.