Congrats to me

I just broke a personal record. While walking home from work and leading before the light changed, I nearly got run over by two bikes and a car.

TGIF (Almost)

I have absolutely no logical explanation for posting these. I just feel like showing a little leg. Please insert other attempts at humor here.

Charity thing

So I think at this point, about 5 people read this. I'm not entirely ready to pass the link around to the general public.. but who ever is reading this-- I thought this was cool. Some guy with a website AND bid for this his art.

Almost Friday

When I get into work, and sit in my chair, every morning it feels lower than how I left it the night before. Then I hear a booming voice in my head saying "some one's been sittin in my chair." And this is how it goes- every morning.

I was listening to the new Alicia Keys album on my walk to work and got lost in the beauty of her music. Definitely a nice way to start off the day although it would have been nice if I were in a car, so I could sing along and belt it out. It's bad enough as it is that I hum along to my ipod, but belting it on out on the street would take things to a whole new level.

yeah, so I was thinking, in the aftermath of Monday night's events, apart from all the sadness- there are all these weird logistical things that someone will have to eventually deal with. Like cleaning out his office, making sure his family gets his stuff, picking up where he left off on his work. And then people will always remember him and what happened. Someone will get his office knowing what happened.. just all this weird stuff.

It reminds me of a story my dad and sister told me. My sister is going to the same small college in the midwest that my dad went to. Okay, the girl seriously wanted brownie points but she seems happy. Around Halloween, she heard a story about a ghost wandering the halls of her dorm. Apparently, years ago, when people just started using CD's, every time this person played one particular Led Zeppelin CD, it would skip. The kids connected that the CD came out the same year another student accidentally overdosed and died while on LSD. My sister tells my dad this, knowing that his best friend from college overdosed and died in this way and reveals that the ghost is seen wearing a red hat. My dad confirms that his friend was wearing a red hat when he died. Weird. So, exactly 40 years later, his story is repeated through the halls of her school.

Sun Shining Day

Hey Folks!

I definitely still have Larry in my thoughts. From what people tell me, it seems like he would have been happy the company came together in his honor-had a few drinks, laughs, etc.

Now I'll start today off by getting a little Carrie Bradshaw on ya'll. A was talking to some male coworkers yesterday, and they confided to me that apparently women in New York are crazy. I have heard this from other guys around New York. Like for instance, one guy told me how a girl bursting into tears on their 3rd date, after she told him she once had a miscarriage. Another girl took a guy back to her place on the 2nd date and popped in a porno- he went with it of course. Then there's the common complaint that girls don't say what they mean and expect guys to read their minds. So my argument is that guys can be fairly dense as to knowing what we want.. which obviously makes for a disconnect. And guys are often oblivious as to how their actions, or lack of- i.e. not calling us back, can affect us. So while they may have passed out drunk or left their phone at the office, we are thinking he's purposely not getting in touch with us and is playing games. Any thoughts on this. Are women in New York crazy?

Lots of Sadness

So my morning started off with a bang (not a good one) and continued along those lines. Today was a sad day. Last night, while working late, a very kind, a great coworker unfortunately passed away from a heart attack. I've only been working at this agency for about 4 months and just last week, spoke to him for one of the first times. I'll remember his laugh and that he was always smiling. Apparently he lived alone, so it's comforting to know he passed away at work, while among friends- but seriously.. what a horrible way to go and he was only in his mid 50's. One of the agency heads said that he was a unique and interesting guy, and that things happened to him that didn't happen to most people. He had a full life (I hope) and I believe he was in a happy place, from what they said. Anyway, it's tragedies like this that easily put problems in perspective. It's definitely important to appreciate every day and not fret about the small stuff. So RIP Larry and you will be missed.

Sleep- not so much

So I hate to start the day with a complaint, but oy vey. After my spinning class, I think I had too much adrenaline still running through me. I couldn't fall asleep until around 2am! Then this morning, at around 6- my pipes were making some criminally loud noises. I'll buy ear plugs tonight but I'm not sure if that will cut it. Can loud heating pipes be fixed? Wow.. I think I nearly just fell asleep while writing this. Off to get some serious java. SNORE. This looks like a nice, quiet place to sleep.

He makes me go round baby round and round

I just got back from my super hard spinning class with Mr. Hardest Spinning Teacher Ever (HSTE) and let me tell you, we worked it. He turned his usual 45 minute super challenging class into 75 minutes to work off those extra Thanksgiving calories. By some miracle- 1. I survived without passing out, and 2. I was freakin awesome! After 45 minutes, I was in a different place-higher level. Going faster than I knew was possible. Maybe I reserved my energy lounging around all weekend in Schmersey, or maybe the key is ditching those 4am, 5 drink Saturday outings... BUT his explanation for my success, which he explained to the class of 40 + spinners, was that I wasn't chasin the boys this weekend. Word.

Mischief

I would like to introduce you to an important character who has been in and out of my life for the last two years. Mischief the cat. We have a highly tumultuous relationship which was perfectly evident Saturday evening. As I lounged on my parent's couch watching TV- at their house in Schmersey, Mischief's paw lovingly wrapped around my shoulder. I made the mistake of praising his odd behavior which prompted him to whip out his claws and scratch me across the face. I attribute this behavior, and his life of crime (knocking stuff off the counters, using every item of furniture as a scratching post) to the first 8 weeks of his life. God knows what he dealt with on the mean streets of suburban New Jersey, or what life was like at the animal shelter, or how he must have felt when the animal shelter mistook him for a female kitten. But clearly, his drinking problem is not helping him or anyone else. Although you can't deny the look of pure joy and calm in his face. I have urged my parents to get another animal- cat or dog to put him in his place because I don't think being an only child is serving him well. If anything, to replace me and my sister (we won't be offended!) Cheers! Okay, I suppose this could have influenced his development.

Blank canvas

Happy Sunday,

This is my very first attempt at a blog. As a single gal living in the big ole city, I've amassed some interesting stories and continue to experience the highs and lows of living in New York. My life is basically a combination of Sex and the City and Seinfeld, where the characters are about ten years younger and working off of realistic salaries, barely covering their rent. As I write this, constant, banging noises from my heater drown out my thoughts but I take comfort in knowing that at least I have heat. A small price to pay for living in one of the most lively neighborhoods of Manhattan.

So the last two years have been particularly interesting because, due to an unfortunate chain of events, which one can imagine, I have freelanced at about ten different jobs in perhaps six different industries! Hey, the media industry ain't easy. I hope to share some experiences and lessons learned. Like perhaps, the time I temped for a crazy PR lady and had the privilege of overhearing her fire her 40th employee of the year! Oh yeah, and I like taking pictures so unless otherwise noted, all photos have been taken by me as well as any art work posted. Enjoy! And for my first photo- why yes, you guessed it- this was not taken in NYC. Any guesses?