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SEPTEMBER 1, 2026
I Miss the Job I Never Had
The year is 1995. It’s a Friday morning in Manhattan, autumn is approaching, and the air is crisp. I wake up to the morning breeze and the smell of donuts from the coffee shop beneath my building. I slip into my favorite suede beige pencil skirt, throw on a black sweater, and put on my pointed toe heeled boots. Before I leave my high rise apartment, I grab my trench coat and put my hair up in an effortless french pin.
I walk down the block and hop onto the nearest subway, headed to work, fashionably late (ofcourse). I get off the train at Midtown and head towards the office, a beautiful high rise that disappears into the clouds. I walk inside and scan my badge, catch the elevator, and get off on the 17th floor: Ralph Lauren. I have a corner office with a breathtaking view of Manhattan. I take it all in, as I do every morning, then, I wake up from my dream.
Clearly, this is the fantasy life I’ve dreamt up after watching the hundreds of 90s rom-coms we all know and love. Now, while I know this really is just a fantasy, why can’t I tweak it slightly and make it a reality? Why can’t I slip into my favorite skirt and sweater for work? Why can’t I put my hair up in a chic claw clip as I hurriedly leave my house? Why can’t I romanticize my own work in fashion?
Oftentimes, I get lost in the things that I wish I had. The perfect closet. The perfect apartment. The perfect job. It seems I forget I can build my own version of all of it. It might not be exactly how it looks in my picture perfect fantasies, but it would look like my reality. So today, I plan on wearing my favorite outfit, putting my hair up in a chic messy updo, and leaving my house in the knick of time to clock in for work.
It might not be 1995 in New York, and I might not work for Ralph Lauren, but it’s my version of it.
