sarahkunst: saw this in my favorites and made a vague mental note to tell chiara we need to knit…then remembered that in T minus 15 office hours she will no longer sit across from me 5 days a week. i’m a notoriously extroverted person and prefer to spend 99.9% of my waking time with other people but chiara and i may have broken a record for sheer volume of hanging out this past year and a half. my days usually start with an email or text message from her about a work issue or scandalous piece of internet gossip and then i reply 45 minutes later asking if she wants coffee and/or carbs. when i eventually drag myself into the office we continue whatever conversation we’ve started online and im throughout the day, punctuating a mainly quiet office with poetry readings, demands that music be changed or “omg kunst WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR LUNCH”. we leave work together when we can, walking and talking or getting drinks(we also sneaky drink at work with sly trips to the freezer but don’t tell the interns), sometimes go to the same parties and always tweet, text and email with bits of internet ephemera or showtunes related news. rachelle usually tells only one of us something, assuming(correctly) that we’ll fill the other in. chiara is the first to know when i’m dating, if i’m hungover or what presents my mom sent. i know she gets first dibs on all things cultural/european/old people related and she knows when we play the childish “no YOU tell them” game i’ll always give in. remember at summer camp when the lifeguard yelled buddy check? you looked around for a minute but knew that one person would be there to hoist your hand and prove that everyone still had their head above water; for the past 3 years chiara and i have made sure the other didn’t drown. work’s gonna be weird swimming on my own. If anyone knows Sarah Kunst they know she is NOT a sentimental or nostalgic person, so you can only imagine how much this meant to me. It’s sort of a crime that Bnter got invented so late…i really wish our AIM conversations of the past 48 months had gotten saved. Out of everyone I worked with at GofG, Sarah is actually the one I saw the most—the one who was in the office every single day. I  feel like I know her freakishly well. You might think her favorite article of clothing is something tiny and neon; it’s actually a red San Gennaro Festival Sweatshirt. You might think her favorite Christmas Movie is Mean Girls (there’s a Christmas scene in it!). It’s actually Rent. (I couldn’t believe it either.) She eats breakfast, but only when hungover, she’ll usually say no to lunch but never say no to candy, if you need a guy’s number, she’ll go get it for you, if you need a dress for your birthday, she’ll pick one out online and have her intern call stores to make sure its available, if you forget your cellphone charger she’ll take it to you in a taxi, if something awful happens to you she’ll call you at four in the morning, furious FOR you. And if you ever need support in your hatred of someone, Sarah has your back. You might think Sarah only cares about parties and fashion. Sometimes she pretends that’s the case, but in my entire life I’ve never met anyone cleverer. Ever. She’s frighteningly clever. It’s bizarre how at this point we know how the other will react things. Do you know how many times a day I hear, in a warning tone,  “Oh my god, Chiara, do not freak out…” right before she sends me something she’s found on the internet that she thinks I’ll like? And whenever anything in the office happens, I listen for the sound of furious typing from Kunst, that always comes 20 seconds before a paragraph long instant message. And WHO is going to get me a shamrock shake this year? Anyway. Anyway. This entire “leaving Guest of a Guest” experience, and the reactions to it have been so intense I have to remind myself “Wait, Chiara, actually you didn’t DIE.”

sarahkunst:

saw this in my favorites and made a vague mental note to tell chiara we need to knit…then remembered that in T minus 15 office hours she will no longer sit across from me 5 days a week. i’m a notoriously extroverted person and prefer to spend 99.9% of my waking time with other people but chiara and i may have broken a record for sheer volume of hanging out this past year and a half. my days usually start with an email or text message from her about a work issue or scandalous piece of internet gossip and then i reply 45 minutes later asking if she wants coffee and/or carbs. when i eventually drag myself into the office we continue whatever conversation we’ve started online and im throughout the day, punctuating a mainly quiet office with poetry readings, demands that music be changed or “omg kunst WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR LUNCH”. we leave work together when we can, walking and talking or getting drinks(we also sneaky drink at work with sly trips to the freezer but don’t tell the interns), sometimes go to the same parties and always tweet, text and email with bits of internet ephemera or showtunes related news. rachelle usually tells only one of us something, assuming(correctly) that we’ll fill the other in. chiara is the first to know when i’m dating, if i’m hungover or what presents my mom sent. i know she gets first dibs on all things cultural/european/old people related and she knows when we play the childish “no YOU tell them” game i’ll always give in.

remember at summer camp when the lifeguard yelled buddy check? you looked around for a minute but knew that one person would be there to hoist your hand and prove that everyone still had their head above water; for the past 3 years chiara and i have made sure the other didn’t drown. work’s gonna be weird swimming on my own.

If anyone knows Sarah Kunst they know she is NOT a sentimental or nostalgic person, so you can only imagine how much this meant to me.

It’s sort of a crime that Bnter got invented so late…i really wish our AIM conversations of the past 48 months had gotten saved. Out of everyone I worked with at GofG, Sarah is actually the one I saw the most—the one who was in the office every single day. I  feel like I know her freakishly well.

You might think her favorite article of clothing is something tiny and neon; it’s actually a red San Gennaro Festival Sweatshirt. You might think her favorite Christmas Movie is Mean Girls (there’s a Christmas scene in it!). It’s actually Rent. (I couldn’t believe it either.) She eats breakfast, but only when hungover, she’ll usually say no to lunch but never say no to candy, if you need a guy’s number, she’ll go get it for you, if you need a dress for your birthday, she’ll pick one out online and have her intern call stores to make sure its available, if you forget your cellphone charger she’ll take it to you in a taxi, if something awful happens to you she’ll call you at four in the morning, furious FOR you. And if you ever need support in your hatred of someone, Sarah has your back. You might think Sarah only cares about parties and fashion. Sometimes she pretends that’s the case, but in my entire life I’ve never met anyone cleverer. Ever. She’s frighteningly clever.

It’s bizarre how at this point we know how the other will react things. Do you know how many times a day I hear, in a warning tone,  “Oh my god, Chiara, do not freak out…” right before she sends me something she’s found on the internet that she thinks I’ll like? And whenever anything in the office happens, I listen for the sound of furious typing from Kunst, that always comes 20 seconds before a paragraph long instant message.

And WHO is going to get me a shamrock shake this year?

Anyway. Anyway.

This entire “leaving Guest of a Guest” experience, and the reactions to it have been so intense I have to remind myself “Wait, Chiara, actually you didn’t DIE.”