Boo Hoo Bye Bye

So... it's my last day at Christie's. What's next? I have no idea-- I am on the verge! Ok, that was a line from my eleventh grade play,* but it clearly applies here, no?

Anyway, here's where I'd get all mushy and talk about what I learned or freak out about my life ADD and general aimlessness, but honestly, I'm pretty glad to be leaving and excited for the changes coming in January. CK, I will miss our lunches!




*On the Verge

She's Back

The puppy-fur hat lady is back. Since she just came in to pick up rather than bid, it was the Casual Ensemble--knee-length coat covered in Chanel boucle, the hat still a full 2'x3', though, and topped with several dramatic onyx feathers.

I want to see Her Wardrobe.

Crazy Rich Crazies

Today: Jewelry from the Collection of Helene Arpels. There are some very large diamonds in that room. Also: The House Sale (rich people getting rid of their lesser furniture).

This means: crazies. Crazy Parade.

The first couple came in as I was arriving, a older gentleman in a fur-trimmed knee-length coat, leaning on a gold-topped cane, supporting his lovely wife, a tall woman in her own fur-trimmed floor-length coat, wearing a serious Kentucky Derby-size My Fair Lady-style wide-brimmed chapeau, covered entirely in what appeared to be puppy fur.

Jewelry.

Under 14 Minutes To Alienate The Office For The Day; New Record For Bosses Besides David Brent/Michael Scott

So my manager, the one who sometimes eats half a banana and then leaves the banana carcass within my Smell Zone, gathered the office 'round at 9:13, for a lecture on closing the safe each night. Because last night, it was left open. By him.

"Team," he said, "in the end, it's about responsibility."

Nine days left.