Those who spent money to save time reported greater overall life satisfaction than those who didn’t.
One of the great things about working as an Assistant at Lambent Services is the variety of assignments you get. Over the past few months I've done everything from administration and calendar to running errands and negotiating the complicated world of Air Conditioning installation policy and procedure!
Published author and Lambent Service's assistant Josiah Howard was on the Today Show this morning. Today is Cher's 70th birthday. Josiah is the author of Cher-Strong Enough, a critically praised best seller. You can read more about Josiah here: http://www.josiahhoward.com/about.html
We are so fortunate to have him on our roster of assistants and to have him managing our social media.
by Jake W, Lambent Assistant
It's February in the city, and, if there's one thing the drug stores, magazines, jewelers, and chocolatiers can all agree on, it's that love is in the air. The adage that you can’t buy love seems to have an exception in this city: love often comes with a price tag. While many despise the Hallmark-ification of Valentine’s Day, the rest of us hopeless romantics can't stifle the giddiness that a dozen roses, a box of truffles, or a diamond necklace can bring.
On several occasions clients have gotten a Lambent assistant to stage their marriage proposals, perhaps the most deliberately romantic moment of a person's life. The story is always the same: a young man, madly in love, is ready to pop the question and wants assistance with the set up. The reason that a handful of men, independent of each other and not regular clients, have come up with the idea of using an engagement assistant with zero marketing on our part underscores how it’s a really good idea.
There’s the practical aspect – you need someone to pick up the flowers, scatter the petals, light the candles and put on the right music while you're out distracting your almost-fiancé. Assistants are an extension of you, with a unique blend of skills – organizer, stylist, event planner, confidant – that allow us to assume crucial roles in deeply personal settings. Also, planning to propose makes men nervous. Having a partner in crime to get you your ultimate one can be deeply reassuring. You’re not in this alone.
Last year around this time, one client approached us in a state of mild panic. He and his girlfriend were moving into a new apartment in the Flatiron district and he was all set to pop the question, but he couldn't figure out how to do it. He had, as he told me "no idea about this sort of thing." I asked for her favorite flowers (he had saved a list in a Word document), a budget (he had thought about that too), and his ideas so far. He wanted to take her out to dinner and come back to find the apartment set up all romantically. He added, “Oh, and a bottle of Dom." I told him I would take care of the rest.
I spent that day running around ordering bouquets of roses, lilies and purple hydrangeas; picking up champagne, glasses, ice and the bucket to put it all in. I bought candles of all sizes and jars to contain them, including some out on the balcony. I bought roses just for rose petals and lined the front hallway with them. I and even got some Baked by Melissa mini cupcakes and a cute little stand for their display.
Texting back and forth with the client, I lit the candles and hit the lights as the sun started to set, and I was out the back door as he and his girlfriend came in the front. Ten minutes later, the client called me to tell me just how beautiful it all was and how much his girlfriend loved it. He added, “Oh and she said yes!" I, of course, told him that it had been my pleasure and that he should promptly hang up the phone and call his mother.
We are a jaded culture in which material expressions of romance can seem to be part of the problem – we buy what we should be expressing from within. Engaging an assistant for getting engaged may seem less than ideally organic. But the execution is beautiful. We want to love and love to love, and it is gratifying to see this feeling manifested in ways we can see and touch. We appreciate those big, sweeping romantic gestures shown in movies and books, and secretly pray will happen to us – more, that we can be the one to give that to someone else.
Getting engaged is sweet, momentous, and hopefully a little scary. Whether you want to scream it from the rooftops with a sign, a bucket of lollipops, a mariachi band, or just a quiet little candlelit dinner overlooking the Hudson I say go for it. Love can be as big and bold as you want it to be. Just don't be afraid to ask for some assistance.
Please join us for a private event to benefit my mother, Phyllis Rappaport's charity, Cure Alzheimer's Fund. We will see some of St. John's spring line, drink champagne, and if we shop, give money for cutting edge research that will help prevent and treat this disease, which effects not just those who suffer but their families.
For more information: http://curealz.org/events/2016/01/shop-cause-st-john-boutique
Small closet or no, a seasonal clothing switch-out is always a good idea. If you haven't packed away your summer goodies yet then what are you waiting for? You'll not only save hanger space, you'll make getting dressed that much easier since everything available will be weather appropriate. It's easy and only takes 3 steps.
The tech was not an expert in this stuff. He said this flat out. So he originally gave me some incorrect information and I did have to call the Verizon support line and have both a Verizon tech as well as a tech for the wireless extender on the line to set it up properly (we had to connect it to the upstairs router with an ethernet cable and fiddle around for a bit).
I’m part of a generation (X) that has generally done less well than its parents. Even given comparable jobs, we haven’t gone as far above them as they did theirs, and in many cases ventured below with respect to income, status, and life outlook. As recorded in many places, including my diaries and the song Things I Don’t Remember, growing up in the 70s had a free and easy quality, but was also challenging for children who would like to be the central element of a stable society. We learned to have fun and keep wanting it.
I started this business during the early onset of middle age, which has been marked by my preoccupation with time. So far it’s been the longest rollercoaster you’ve never noticed. It is hard not to be struck how in my self-included cohort, progressively unattractive women become increasingly sharp and demanding. As young women, we left the measure of our value to chance while hedging with effort. We gave most of ourselves away and now we want some back. This is inelegant math. You ultimately get what you are given, but sometimes it feels like what you take.
I have literally said to my sons, you owe me your life and I want it paid both forever and minute by minute, only vaguely remembering my reaction to my mother’s same message: Are you kidding? She gave me life but it was mine. Now, at this half circle in my life epic, I want not just the parts of me that were taken but a decent chunk of my children. I consider it payment due.
My children are growing and my parents are dying at different rates. And those of us in the current coincidence of middle age and GenX are so slow. We have the leisure to perceive our mistakes. We thought we understood the game well enough to play if not win. In constant contrast to our parents who moved easily through times that changed, and our unbelievably quick children, we are stuck, not just in the middle again, but concretely. We took our parents’ examples too seriously and are considered especially retarded by our children. Not just with phones and computers, but because when we were little we could say retarded. We just didn’t know that would be us.
For one, creating the space for downtime increases productivity. Subject to heavy workloads and never-ending to-do lists, it’s easy to put our heads down and charge through tasks, thinking we have no time for days off, free evenings, or weeklong vacations. But driving too hard without breaks can make us less productive and less focused.