“Manhattan, East Side, First Avenue: First Avenue might be the craziest, most crowded place to watch the race — the sidewalks can be packed more than eight people deep. The runners are 16 miles into their race at this point and appreciate the roar of the crowd as they come off the Queensboro Bridge.”
soo my boss was telling me about how the day after halloween will be pretty busy cause of the marathon…so i decided to look into if where i work would be a big spectator area. i work on 1st on the upper east side annd my lunch break spot is a “cheering location”…maaan. ughh i am going to be so hungover and so stressed out. who made this extreme event the day after halloween??
hopefully marathon spectators hate pastries, bread, and coffee.
i think in fourth grade, i had to do a presentation on how my grandma lived through the great depression and what she went through during those times. so i am hoping that if nothing else, when my children and/or grandchildren confront me about these hard economic times i can tell them all about how i went to college for four years, working a hell of a lot throughout, i lost my car and my liscence, decided to go to new york with prospects of a means to get around, support myself and be independent but out of the 4382758932795257832 jobs i applied to and even followed up with, i ended up working with a bunch of ghanians, wearing a paper hat, green apron and bowtie serving upper east side assholes/crazies espresso and eggplant panninis while cutting stale bread and bagels into cruton sized pieces for hours at a time. you’d all LOL so hard if you saw how hilarious my job is.
as seriously terrible as it is, i cannot tell you how good it feels to interact with so many people every day again. its like, the crazier and ruder the people i deal with are, the more i come to terms with who i am…and so thats cool. today, i walked into the locker room and a pregnant woman was slapping her stomach with several onlookers all sitting in a circle around her shouting. i love challenge of having to quickly figure out how to react to that…
also, i get to drink banana rum with dorit and eat humburgers and witness the efforts of jehoviahs witnesses and walk across the brooklyn bridge in the middle of the night with dorit.
and i start it tomorrow. making strides towards a roommate and room now. and an ever better job. progress. ahhh…it feels so nice to grow up when you do it correctly.
talkin ‘bout a head swap!
a bunch of italian supermarket people and bobby flay totes wanna potentially hook me up with a job in the city…so now i gots two interviews on monday so wish me luck! if not, wish me luck finding more fine dining establishments to hire me (or just anyone really).
also: guess who is getting to these interviews without even needing a car (that’d be myself).
totally pumped about getting call backs since all the follow-up calls i made resulted in grumpy hang-ups from my desired employers.
idk how to #whatever this is, but i would #bittersweethope, if i knew how. maybe i actually did that right.
hurry up! get the six year old out of the got air balloon!!