A Love Letter to All My Co-Workers (Past and Present)

There’s something magic and tragic about coworkers. You spend 40 hours a week with them. You form these intense bonds. And then life steps in and before you know it, you’re practically strangers again.

It’s the most pure relationship out there because (for the most part) the reason your friendship ends isn’t because of anything malicious, it’s just life. It’s like the most mutual breakup.

Co-workers see you through your day to day life. They listen to you complain about your dating life, or when you tell funny stories about what your cat did that morning.

They take you out for drinks to commiserate and celebrate.

They make your annoying work life, bearable (and fun sometimes.) We all have that work friend (or friends) that we get excited to see on the schedule.

Moral of the story: Here’s to work friends! Here’s to the laughs, tears, drama, drinks, and love! I love you all from past to present. If you’re an old coworker of mine, feel free to hit me up, let’s grab a beer and reconnect. If you’re not a former coworker of mine, I suggest you reach out to your old work friends. Make the connection, it’s worth it.

-Mikayla Olivia Orrson

No Filter on Me: A Raw Look at Anxiety and Stress

After Stress (Left) Before Stress (Right)

Fact: there’s no filter on either photo. Yes, one has better lighting and camera quality but no edits. And yes, one has make up and one doesn’t. But, let me just say, no amount of make up could help. And besides, when under extreme stress it’s hard to bring yourself to do make up.

Let’s talk about stress and how it effects, not only the way we live but the way we are. These photos were taken a month and 13 days apart. And boy, do I look different! These we’re taken at a time not too long ago that I felt like my whole life was crumbling; between losing my job, an injured pet, and countless other problems. I felt like I was losing my sanity. I couldn’t eat, I was oversleeping, I couldn’t emotionally connect with my friends. I felt so incredibly lost.

I wish I could say, “And here’s how I fixed it all! In three easy steps!” But, that’s not the case. I don’t have the answers to solving anxiety, stress, or depression. I really wish I did.

The reason I’m telling you all of this is because I don’t want you to feel alone. I can’t solve your problems but I can hold your hand through it. You’re not alone. I think it’s important to show raw anxiety. So much of our personas are made online, we only show what we want to show. All of a sudden, everyone seems happy and perfect but that means we’re missing out on the real conversations.

I hope this helps you feel more confident on your down days, because they happen and that’s okay. You’ve got support.

Life can be cruel, heartless, and cold. But, it can also be exhilarating, fantastical, and fulfilling. Don’t give up, because you’ve got someone in your corner (me, I’m in your corner).

Moral of the story: You’re not alone. I’m here. Let’s get a coffee or cry into pasta, as long as we do it together.

-Mikayla Olivia Orrson

The Power of Asking for What You Want

People who know me, know that I am notorious for emailing to get what I want. What do I mean by this? Here’s an example:

There’s this exclusive members only, women’s workspace called The Wing.

Memberships range from $200 to $250 a month. I unfortunately don’t have the money to afford that steep a membership for a workspace. So, I emailed! I sent a lengthy email about who I am, why I’m awesome, what I’m working on, and why they should sponsor me so I don’t have to pay.

How well did this work?

I’m currently at The Wing DUMBO, sipping on wine as I write this.

Here’s the secret, confidence. Confidence isn’t just ‘key,’ it’s the damn door too. If you confidently ask for what you want, people respond in a positive way. Confidence is a powerful asset that a lot of people are afraid to harness because they feel bossy or elitist. Let me tell you, it’s not. Confidence is strength. If you want something, go for it! What’s the worst that can happen? Realistically, if you do nothing, you don’t get what you want. At least this gives you a chance and puts it out there that you have a want!

Moral of the story: Email, text, and vocalize what you want! You can’t get it if you don’t put yourself out there.

-Mikayla Olivia Orrson

Godmother To Be

Tomorrow morning I get the honor of becoming a Godmother (a role I’m taking very seriously.) My sister, Marina, is the proud momma bear to Jonas Fritz Martino. I don’t care if I sound bias, Jonas is the coolest.

Being an auntie has been a huge joy in my life. My sister sends me daily updates of Jonas and it brightens my day. I feel like she always sends them at the best time. I’ll be having a terrible time at work, getting yelled at my guests and the kitchen. But, I open my phone and see this sweet boy!

(Clearly, he’s an avid reader.)

I want to take a moment to say my promise to Jonas as his Godmother.

Jonas Fritz,

I loved ya from day one. I promise to be your support, your friend, and a role model. I promise to be there for your milestones. I promise to send cheesy birthday cards. I promise to love you unconditionally, even when you’re a bratty teen. I promise to have endless inside jokes. I promise to distill all the Jones family knowledge I can. I love you.

-Godmother Rogi

Here’s to you, Jonas! I can’t wait for all our adventures to come.

-Mikayla Olivia Orrson

Life’s Short, Have a Picnic.

Someone I respected at work recently quit. His reason was because he wanted to enjoy the spring. I thought it was a nice sentiment but not possible for me to do. I work six days a week with a sprinkle of doubles mixed in. I don’t have time to enjoy the spring… Or at least that’s what I thought.

I got a text from a charming gal to go for a picnic with her and her roommate. I knew her fairly well from work but not incredibly well. Then I thought, why not!

I can’t even begin to express to you, how fantastic the day was! The three of us joked, snacked, chatted, like old friends. We were in McCaren park in the beautiful sunshine with cheeses and meats like classy chicks. I felt genuinely happy.

The moral of the story is: life is short and spring is even shorter. Go to the park. Eat the cheese. Take silly pictures. Drink the happy hour wine. Get the sunburn. Live ya life, darlin’.

Thanks, Shannon and Julia. You ladies got me to stop and smell the flowers (and pose by them too!)

-Mikayla Olivia Orrson

Press for Help

New Yorkers or tourists,

Have you ever been to the Clark Street station on the 2 and 3 train?

Brooklyn Heights is a lovely (and wealthy) area in Brooklyn. Currently, I work at a hotel restaurant in this neighborhood which means I have to get off everyday at the Clark Street station.

Why is this annoying? Because the only way to get from the train platform to the street is by elevator. So, imagine my frustration as I’m running late to work and having to hold the elevator for people who walk slower then the dead.

Recently, I was on an incredibly packed elevator at this station and I positioned myself as the ‘conductor.’ That’s what I call the person that presses the floors and the door close/open button. On this day, it was me. I was late to work and I was aggressively slamming the ‘close door’ button. Listen here, Frenchies, you can wait for the next elevator, the Brooklyn Bridge isn’t going anywhere.

After the elevator filled up, I finally got the door closed. I was so annoyed, I played me ‘pissy New Yorker card.’ That’s when you look mean and lean on the nearest surface.

The Mean and Lean.

Expect this elevator had a special feature that I learned about.

When I leaned on the wall as my act of ‘Fuck you,’ I hit the PUSH FOR HELP button.

The elevator doors were closed, it’s packed, and not moving. All we hear is the emergency intercom calling.

RING. RING. RING.

That’s when the death glares came my way and I tried to morph into the wall.

Hello. What is your emergency?

I didn’t react at first but this one woman looked like she was going to smack the shit out of me so I leaned in.

Umm hi. Mikayla, here. So sorry. I was leaning against the wall. You know the mean and lean. Well, I accidentally hit this emergency button. But, there isn’t an emergency. I’m very sorry. I hope you have a lovely day.

Radio static.

What is your emergency?

I leaned in further and yelled into the intercom.

THERE ISN’T ONE! WE’RE ALL HAVING A GREAT DAY! THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!

That last part got me more stares.

Did someone lean against the button?

I sighed.

Yes…

And just like that, the elevator moved again and we were freed. I can safely say I didn’t make any friends during this experience and I was very late for work.

Moral of the story: karma will get you for being mean and definitely watch where you lean.

-Mikayla Olivia Orrson

The Importance of Measurements. A Story of Online Ordering.

Does the phrase 4×4 mean anything to you? How about 500sq ft? These might as well be French to me! (In case you were wondering, I only know two words in French ‘hello’ and ‘chicken’)

I want to express to everyone how important it is that you understand measurements. Please learn from my mistake.

Would you like to know what is one of the most expensive pieces of furniture in my living room is? A rug.

(Yes, there’s lots of dog and cat hair on it. Deal with it.)

This rug is beautiful, from the pattern, to the coloring, to how good it feels on my bare feet. I ordered it from Wayfarer.com. It was pricey but I wanted a rug to make the hardwood floors more cozy.

I paid $75 plus shipping and handling (it was even on sale). I counted down the days till my glorious threaded treasure would arrive.

When it finally did, I was outraged. It was the size of a bathmat! I called the company and told them they sent me the wrong rug.

I relooked at the order and saw it said, “2×3” This still meant nothing to me. I mean how could something $75 be that small!

That’s when I learned, I now have the World’s Most Expensive Bathmat.

(I may pitch it as tourist attraction in Brooklyn.)

Moral of the story, learn your measurements before ordering online.

-Mikayla Olivia Orrson