About Last Night
Last night was my birthday and it went by a lot more fun than I thought it would. After debating over if I was going to go out or stay in, I decided to go out and not spend the evening alone. Surprisingly, it was fairly easy to grab a bunch of people for last minute plans and go on a pub crawl in the west village. It was a great mix of people that made the evening go well and I got to meet someone upcoming famous (Upcoming Macy's day Parade, singing with Kermit).
From Tavern on Jane, to an underground bar called Von, to bit of fun dive called Swift Hibernian Lounge, and some random last stop with a near scuffle with other drunks before heading home, it was a good night all around.
The well wishes online from so many and the camaraderie of the group last night lifted my spirits enormously.
Thanks friends.
Fight the Good Fight
Yesterday, my son left back for Oklahoma. He was here for over a month in New York City. The trip to the airport was a bit depressing but I kept us talking and concerned with our path to the airport so for the most part, it was an everyday event until we were sitting at his gate, waiting for him to board. I was trying to be okay but it was just killing me to see that kid get on a plane to go away from me and for who knows how long 'till I see him again. In this economy, I haven't been able to get back every couple of months like I used to. This last gap of time was equal to the amount of time I went without seeing him in Australia. Today, I started a new contract job that will last a few weeks and I think both sides are still looking to see how the fit goes. I like the people there and the the walk is pretty nice so I hope it does work out. But today, my first day to work there, there was an 89% humidity which caused me to show up drenched with sweat. During the first meeting my eye did the allergy blood fill thing, and on the way home, it poured down rain down on me. Despite the cool rainstorm view from the 44th floor in a lower Manhattan office and a cool thunderstorm today, I'm so sick of the rain. Yesterday and today I have felt like a truck ran over me, probably from the emotions I have been dealing with.
I have dealt with a lot of emotions and life altering events over the past year, one after another, after another. I have done all this with a smile on my face and a positive attitude while some days screaming a bit inside. But for one month, one really good month, I had my son here to remind me what is really important and make everything else seem a bit less significant. This awesome kid who means more to me than anything, sit next to me, and be that piece of hope I so urgently needed. It was exactly what I needed. And just like that, he was now gone as well. It really hurt. He knows that he is a source of strength for me, I kinda like that he knows that.
I will be fine, I always land on my feet, sometimes you just need some time and a big change to come along. I'm ready for the change.
When you're a statistic, everything is more in focus.
A few weeks ago, I came in to work and everything seemed a bit strange. Work was getting shelved that was recently important and my urgent request emails weren't being returned. My director went in for a meeting with our manager and then when he came out, I was asked to come in. It hit me what this was on my way to the office.
I had been let go and so had my director. The company had been really trying to pull itself out of a quagmire of issues and with the economy doing a nose dive, it was the last straw. The investors were ordering downsizing and the people who were going to stay were going to have to make some sacrifices as well. In my manager's defense, it was an emotional thing for him to do, and we all liked working with each other. There was just no getting around it. I left the office, talked to my director a bit, grabbed a few things and headed home on the 4 train.
Some People
You know that girl that was in your freshman year in high school who made a big deal over the social status and you just knew talked about people every time they were not around? The one who wasn't terribly good looking but thought of herself as the bee's knees and would get mad at parties if everyone didn't make her feel special and important? And heaven forbid, if you ever crossed her, she would make it her goal to not just get even, but to out do you at every aspect all the while making fun of you for the same thing she does to everyone else.
yea, that.
obligatory posting
I should be saying something here. I think I will pass except to say I lost a friend who should have reached their conclusions about eight months ago when things were laid out to them on how things are back then. Everyone is letting go sugarcane.
the chiapet diaries
I finally got some time to go get a well needed hair cut today. To give you an idea on what a rug I have on my head, it took the stylist three times to thin my hair out enough to do something with it. No, I'm never going to go bald but some days I feel like taking a nair Shampoo.
Average bedtime lately: 5am
I am drowning in deadlines right now and putting out fires at work. If you have not heard much from me, it's most likely the reason why. Between being sick, traveling, and clients just not responding with materials requested, I am about 3 weeks behind schedule.
NYD 2007
ow.
NYE 2006
Goodbye 2006. I hate to see you go so soon as you take another year of my life with you but what ya gonna do? You weren't all that bad but you could have been better. Still, after 2005, anything could have been an improvement. You went by fast despite the lack of travel. I have good feelings for 2007, it's going to be a good year.
Have a fun and safe New Years Eve everyone! If you don't ever hear from me again, my remains can be found somewhere around Times Square, most likely trampled to death by a mob or I finally said the wrong thing to the wrong person. We all knew it was bound to happen sometime. Don't cry for me, I'm already gone. But please, avenge my death. (actually, I plan on being warm, well dressed, and laughing at all the suckers below who waited in the cold since 1pm)
You know you're from new york city when..
There was a list sent to me recently from a fellow New Yorker of things that let you know you are from New York City if.. I thought a few of them especially related to my NYC experience more than the others so here are the ones I found to be most true:
Hookers and the homeless are invisible.
The subway makes sense.
You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.
You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet and you think it's a "steal."
You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times.
You go to dinner at 9 and head out to the clubs when most Americans are heading to bed.
Your closet is filled with black clothes.
You take fashion seriously.
Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.
$50 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.
You don't notice sirens anymore.
Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean your deli man is Israeli, your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian.
You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.
You're not in the least bit interested in going to Times Square on New Year's Eve.
You know what a bodega is.
Film crews on your block annoy you, not excite you.
