I Don't Wanna

Living in New York, sending in that rent check was one of the most painful experiences that I dreaded each and every month.

Well, I discovered something that was nearly or just as horrible.

My boss came back from NY with retail samples. BCBG, Adam, Rebecca Taylor, Elie Tahari... I had to tag, photograph, and cut swatches from the back of each garment.

I had to cut holes out of these perfectly new, mostly cute, not cheap, designer clothes.

It was torture. I felt guilty with each agonizing snip. And hated every single minute of it.

My heart breaks a little just thinking about it.