Season of Mists
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morrigirl Note: I wrote most of this entry on Saturday Dec. 4th. I quit about half way through because I was bored and tired. I finished it up today. Hence when I say "today" I mean Saturday, and when I say "yesterday" I mean Friday. Not that it really matters to amyone other than me.
First off, everyone should check out this website. Dude deposited a promotional check as a joke and the damn thing cashed! Great story. I just wasted the first two hours of my work day reading it.
It's seriously cold outside. The wind is quickly becoming brutal. I'm down here at the information desk with my coat draped around my shoulders. I think it's time to start layering again.
I'm running on my usual 3 hours of sleep and close to falling asleep at the desk. I've always said there should be cots in the library. In fact, the only reason I'm typing right now is to keep myself awake.
Yesterday was eventful. I had three good things occur, and one disappointing thing. As is customary, I'll relate the good news first. I paid my apartment a visit. I went up there armed with a list of every piece of furniture I hope to move in and the precise measurements of each item, a roll of masking tape, and a measuring tape. My goal was to see how many of said items I could comfortably fit into my apartment, and to tape out where each one should go. I got there in the mid afternoon, and damn does my place get a shitload of sunlight! I have two windows, one facing west and one facing east, so I was getting that lovely golden, late afternoon sunshine streaming through the window. Gorgeous! As I was measuring the room I heard children laughing and yelling. I looked out my hall window and saw three boys playing basketball in a nearby yard. I smiled, thought "Oh how cute! They have a hoop," and that's when I realized I'd moved into suburbia. That's right, nothing but two story houses and front yards in my neighborhood. It may be the Bronx but it's far enough north to look suspiciously like Westchester. I'm where the city meets the suburbs. The neighborhood is full of all those classic NYC indepentdent Italian shops. There's the Italian grocery store, the Italian hair salon, the Italian pastry shop etc. It has yet to be taken over by the huge chains that you see in every Manhattan neighborhood H + M, Strawberries, Old Navy, Barnes and Noble, Borders, Duane Reade, the chains that have spawned an island of homogenous neighborhoods making it darn near impossible to really see what the difference is between Harlem and Greenwich Village. On one hand, it still has that rugged individual NY look to it, and on the other, it looks like the suburbs. I think it will be a very interesting place to live. No book stores within 4 miles of my house, but there's a branch of the public library right down the block. Strangely void of chain stores yet there's a White Castle a couple blocks away. I've never even SEEN a White Castle anywhere in the tri-state area!
So anyway, I took my time crawling around the floor, pulling my measuring tape across sections of the wall, and when I was done putting tape down I was delighted to discover that all of my furniture was going to fit perfectly in the space. You don't know how happy that made me. When I got home I drew Mom a diagram of how I was gonna arrange everything. Wish I could show it to you. It was really satisfying to know that I would be able to fit all of my stuff into my apartment, so that was good thing number one.
I rode the 2 back into Manhattan, and since it's the 2 it went out of service at 125 St. and Lennox Ave. and I had to hoof it across town to the 1/9. All in all it was a pleasant walk. It's been years since I just mosied through Harlem. It's true what they say, it's becoming really gentrified. Thankfully everyone up there is still black, but all the aforementioned chains have moved in, and now it looks just like any other increasingly upscale neighborhood in Manhattan. It has lost all it's character. If it hadn't been so cold I might have walked up to the 130's just to see what, if anything, has been done to the blocks upon blocks of beautiful brownstones. The Apollo is still looking good though, all gussied up with a new electronic marqee. So I walked across town through the Grant projects and up a huge ass hill on 123rd, freezing my ass off all the way. The 1/9 delivered me to my doorstep just as "Angel" was starting, and one of my favorite episodes at that. The one where they introduce the Hyperion Hotel. I love that one cause it's all about racism and bigotry, a very well executed episode.
There were two messages on the machine when I came in. One from Michael, the other from the NYU law library where I submitted a resume a week or two ago. They want to call me in for an interview this coming Wednesday! Is that not terribly exciting?! Check this out, they pay more, I'm guessing the hours would be more convenient, and best of all NYU has a creative writing MFA program and employees get tuition remission! not to mention that the 5 train which stops three blocks from my apartment would take me straight down to Astor Place without having to transfer. God I want this job! Haven't even spoken to anyone about it yet, and I already want it bad. The way I look at it, even if the employees are all psycho, they can't be any worse than Elisabete, Carol, and Mary. Plus, I'd be getting more benefits, and thus I woudl be willing to deal with more shit. But specialized libraries are usually slower and smaller then general ones, so there would probably be less shit. Tell you what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna march in there on Wednesday and get myself a brand new, better paying, job of my dreams! I'm gonna make my interviewer fall in love with me! Which reminds me I need to ask Sebastien if he'd be willing to be a reference for me. So that was the second good thing that happened.
And finally, Michael took me to see a very good play lasy night, Signature Theater's revival of "The Baltimore Waltz" starring Kristen Johnston of "3rd Rock From thr Sun" fame. Neither of us had seen it before, though Michael has read it many times. We both enjoyed it. Kristen Johnston was just lovely as the lead. Not only is that girl just plain funny, she's a really fabulous actress. I'm not terribly fond of Paula Vogel's work. Her plays are a little too choppy for my taste. The only other play of hers I've seen is "How I Learned to Drive" at Knox. Really didn't like that show. Didn't care for any of the characters, thught it was too long, thought it was boring. Maybe it was just the acting. Megan Clair was playing the lead and...well....her theatrical abilities, if they could even be called that, are severely lacking. Maybe if they'd had a better cast I would have enjoyed it more. Who knows?
The two of us returned to mom's house after the show, and that was when the one disappointing thing occurred. We were sitting around talking about how and when I was going to officially move into my apartment. As we all know the only two days of the week I can do it are Friday and Sunday. I don't have anymore vacation days, and I've already gone through half of my alotted sick days for the year so I'd rather not use any of those. My big plan was to rent a U-Haul and get my family to help me move on one of the coming Sundays. However, Mom reminded me that there's a general rule in our apartment building, no one is allowed to move furniture in or out of the building on the weekend. If you try theres a good chance the super will forbade you to use any of the elevators. So that left Friday...when everyone besides me would be working and unavailible to help. Furthermore, Mike and Mom are going up to Albany this weekend so even if either of those days could have worked out, they wouldn't have been around. There are very few workable weekends this month. This coming weekend is out, the one after might work out, but then there's Christmas, and New Years.
So I'm a bit down because A) I'm definitely going to have to hire a mover B)It seems highly unlikely that I'll be able to find a decent one in the next 10 days, and C) therefore I won't be able to move into my apart ment until JANUARY, and even then, only if I'm lucky. That really upsets me. I hate to pay rent on an apartment I'm not going to be using. It's frustrating to know I have a place that isn't my mom's house, a place I can go to get away from her shit, a place that is totally MINE, and to not be able to use it. It's depressing. Very depressing. I went looking for an apartment so I could get out of my mom's ASAP. Wish someone had informed me that ASAP could mean anywhere between a week and three months :-p
You are a Feminist! You are dismantling the
patriarchal structure of the university (good
luck), railing against androcentric texts, and
generally dancing through the minefield. No,
you haven't necessarily shaved your head, but
grrl power means a lot to you. You WILL have a
career! You know how to use your sexy savvy and
your sharp mind like weapons. Men fear you,
even as they are fascinated by you. Go you!
What kind of literary critic are you?
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First off, everyone should check out this website. Dude deposited a promotional check as a joke and the damn thing cashed! Great story. I just wasted the first two hours of my work day reading it.
It's seriously cold outside. The wind is quickly becoming brutal. I'm down here at the information desk with my coat draped around my shoulders. I think it's time to start layering again.
I'm running on my usual 3 hours of sleep and close to falling asleep at the desk. I've always said there should be cots in the library. In fact, the only reason I'm typing right now is to keep myself awake.
Yesterday was eventful. I had three good things occur, and one disappointing thing. As is customary, I'll relate the good news first. I paid my apartment a visit. I went up there armed with a list of every piece of furniture I hope to move in and the precise measurements of each item, a roll of masking tape, and a measuring tape. My goal was to see how many of said items I could comfortably fit into my apartment, and to tape out where each one should go. I got there in the mid afternoon, and damn does my place get a shitload of sunlight! I have two windows, one facing west and one facing east, so I was getting that lovely golden, late afternoon sunshine streaming through the window. Gorgeous! As I was measuring the room I heard children laughing and yelling. I looked out my hall window and saw three boys playing basketball in a nearby yard. I smiled, thought "Oh how cute! They have a hoop," and that's when I realized I'd moved into suburbia. That's right, nothing but two story houses and front yards in my neighborhood. It may be the Bronx but it's far enough north to look suspiciously like Westchester. I'm where the city meets the suburbs. The neighborhood is full of all those classic NYC indepentdent Italian shops. There's the Italian grocery store, the Italian hair salon, the Italian pastry shop etc. It has yet to be taken over by the huge chains that you see in every Manhattan neighborhood H + M, Strawberries, Old Navy, Barnes and Noble, Borders, Duane Reade, the chains that have spawned an island of homogenous neighborhoods making it darn near impossible to really see what the difference is between Harlem and Greenwich Village. On one hand, it still has that rugged individual NY look to it, and on the other, it looks like the suburbs. I think it will be a very interesting place to live. No book stores within 4 miles of my house, but there's a branch of the public library right down the block. Strangely void of chain stores yet there's a White Castle a couple blocks away. I've never even SEEN a White Castle anywhere in the tri-state area!
So anyway, I took my time crawling around the floor, pulling my measuring tape across sections of the wall, and when I was done putting tape down I was delighted to discover that all of my furniture was going to fit perfectly in the space. You don't know how happy that made me. When I got home I drew Mom a diagram of how I was gonna arrange everything. Wish I could show it to you. It was really satisfying to know that I would be able to fit all of my stuff into my apartment, so that was good thing number one.
I rode the 2 back into Manhattan, and since it's the 2 it went out of service at 125 St. and Lennox Ave. and I had to hoof it across town to the 1/9. All in all it was a pleasant walk. It's been years since I just mosied through Harlem. It's true what they say, it's becoming really gentrified. Thankfully everyone up there is still black, but all the aforementioned chains have moved in, and now it looks just like any other increasingly upscale neighborhood in Manhattan. It has lost all it's character. If it hadn't been so cold I might have walked up to the 130's just to see what, if anything, has been done to the blocks upon blocks of beautiful brownstones. The Apollo is still looking good though, all gussied up with a new electronic marqee. So I walked across town through the Grant projects and up a huge ass hill on 123rd, freezing my ass off all the way. The 1/9 delivered me to my doorstep just as "Angel" was starting, and one of my favorite episodes at that. The one where they introduce the Hyperion Hotel. I love that one cause it's all about racism and bigotry, a very well executed episode.
There were two messages on the machine when I came in. One from Michael, the other from the NYU law library where I submitted a resume a week or two ago. They want to call me in for an interview this coming Wednesday! Is that not terribly exciting?! Check this out, they pay more, I'm guessing the hours would be more convenient, and best of all NYU has a creative writing MFA program and employees get tuition remission! not to mention that the 5 train which stops three blocks from my apartment would take me straight down to Astor Place without having to transfer. God I want this job! Haven't even spoken to anyone about it yet, and I already want it bad. The way I look at it, even if the employees are all psycho, they can't be any worse than Elisabete, Carol, and Mary. Plus, I'd be getting more benefits, and thus I woudl be willing to deal with more shit. But specialized libraries are usually slower and smaller then general ones, so there would probably be less shit. Tell you what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna march in there on Wednesday and get myself a brand new, better paying, job of my dreams! I'm gonna make my interviewer fall in love with me! Which reminds me I need to ask Sebastien if he'd be willing to be a reference for me. So that was the second good thing that happened.
And finally, Michael took me to see a very good play lasy night, Signature Theater's revival of "The Baltimore Waltz" starring Kristen Johnston of "3rd Rock From thr Sun" fame. Neither of us had seen it before, though Michael has read it many times. We both enjoyed it. Kristen Johnston was just lovely as the lead. Not only is that girl just plain funny, she's a really fabulous actress. I'm not terribly fond of Paula Vogel's work. Her plays are a little too choppy for my taste. The only other play of hers I've seen is "How I Learned to Drive" at Knox. Really didn't like that show. Didn't care for any of the characters, thught it was too long, thought it was boring. Maybe it was just the acting. Megan Clair was playing the lead and...well....her theatrical abilities, if they could even be called that, are severely lacking. Maybe if they'd had a better cast I would have enjoyed it more. Who knows?
The two of us returned to mom's house after the show, and that was when the one disappointing thing occurred. We were sitting around talking about how and when I was going to officially move into my apartment. As we all know the only two days of the week I can do it are Friday and Sunday. I don't have anymore vacation days, and I've already gone through half of my alotted sick days for the year so I'd rather not use any of those. My big plan was to rent a U-Haul and get my family to help me move on one of the coming Sundays. However, Mom reminded me that there's a general rule in our apartment building, no one is allowed to move furniture in or out of the building on the weekend. If you try theres a good chance the super will forbade you to use any of the elevators. So that left Friday...when everyone besides me would be working and unavailible to help. Furthermore, Mike and Mom are going up to Albany this weekend so even if either of those days could have worked out, they wouldn't have been around. There are very few workable weekends this month. This coming weekend is out, the one after might work out, but then there's Christmas, and New Years.
So I'm a bit down because A) I'm definitely going to have to hire a mover B)It seems highly unlikely that I'll be able to find a decent one in the next 10 days, and C) therefore I won't be able to move into my apart ment until JANUARY, and even then, only if I'm lucky. That really upsets me. I hate to pay rent on an apartment I'm not going to be using. It's frustrating to know I have a place that isn't my mom's house, a place I can go to get away from her shit, a place that is totally MINE, and to not be able to use it. It's depressing. Very depressing. I went looking for an apartment so I could get out of my mom's ASAP. Wish someone had informed me that ASAP could mean anywhere between a week and three months :-p
You are a Feminist! You are dismantling the
patriarchal structure of the university (good
luck), railing against androcentric texts, and
generally dancing through the minefield. No,
you haven't necessarily shaved your head, but
grrl power means a lot to you. You WILL have a
career! You know how to use your sexy savvy and
your sharp mind like weapons. Men fear you,
even as they are fascinated by you. Go you!
What kind of literary critic are you?
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