What Elton John meant...

I saved a life tonight! Well, sort of. I was walking home after an evening in Murray Hill w/ my Bridge & Tunnel crowd, when there was this guy on 116th & Lenox just laying there, in a puddle of vomit. Like most New Yorkers, I just glanced over, and walked away. Suddenly, I was struck with the notion that I can affect change and I shouldn't be so obsessed w/ my adequit life, when there's a douche, comotose in his own man-juice! I double backed, and asked him and his friends if he was ok. I used the "I work at a Nursing Home" line. Get's 'em every time. He was conscience, but could barely stand. His friends told me they just called an ambulance. Dude! I said, just put him in a cab and take him home. I also asked the million dollar question - "did you take anything." He said no. Bingo. I wished the douches good luck, and walked home. It was exhilarating, assisting a stranger. He totally had it coming, though.

Being professional is attractive.

Today I ate with at the "important" table at lunch. Starting with day one, I've hated eating in our employee cafeteria. Yes, it reminds me of Junior High. When I first walked in, I was taken back to that place, hoping to God someone would have a seat saved for me, while not judging a huge heap of Cheese Fries on my plate.

Not even bothering to put up with any chance of gossip mongering-co worker shanagans, I was shuttering myself in my office to eat whilst reading New York Magazine's Vulture Blog, then when my Mum came, I was eating lunch with her. She has a virus of sorts this week, so I decided to be sociable and eat with on of the few coworkers I enjoy being around.

I met her in the cafeteria, and she was sitting at the power table. Or the "Super Sexy Power Table." Gathered around said table was the Director of the facility, the director of nursing, the VP of something or another, and my coworker, and myself. When I wasn't eating my meatballs, I just listened. Not quite ready to stir that pot. The VP praised me, and introduced me to the important people. It wasn't so terrible. Apparently, this is what it was like for popular kids. And I didn't even have to carry someone's saxophone or buy them a necklace at Claire's. Does this mean those miserable years are gone? Of course not, I live in New York City - those people all came here! Either that, or had a kid out of wedlock. Which makes me smile.

Baruch much?

I'm attempting to go back to school. I've been putting it off for many years, but when I have kids, I don't want them to be at my college graduation. I aspire to many things, most of which is greatness. I was planning on attending Lehman for Recreation Therapy, but after much thought and bs at work, I've decided to pursue Marketing & Promotions. If that terrible bitch at Spring Awakening taught me one thing, it's all about making the product freakin amazing, even when it's shit. I think there's a future for me.

The novelty of a Laser Punch

This is the first summer, of my life in New York, in which I'm not at the mercy of a miserable family requiring me to trek out to the Hamptons or up to Bedford, to care for their kids while they tan. I'm quite excited I can do the fun things, "normal" things New Yorkers do in the summer. Like leave New York.

Since I have a car for a bit, I'm planning on going to the beach this weekend w/ some friends. I always loved the idea of needing to take the subway to the beach. Living in suburban Philly, loading up the car and heading to the shore was an event unto itself. Once you got out of the car, you needed to lug all of the chirs, towels, and various beach paraphanilia several blocks because parking is an issue. I can't imagine hopping on the "A" and with nary a beach bag, and getting off at the beach. And one of the best parts of driving to the beach, was falling asleep on the way home. As a passenger, of course. Have you ever fallen asleep on a subway? Those plastic bucket seats aren't condusive to a sound sleep.

Heart Murmur the musical.

I think "Heart Murmur" is a kick-ass name for a band. I also enjoy having access to a car in the City, and am taking full advantage of it. I don't use it for short-distance trips, but I've gone from Harlem to the EV, Jersey, and Riverdale, of course. Al Gore, please don't smite me for screwing up your plans for total world domiation via global warming. This will all be over in few months. And Al, I get it. Really.

Ladies!!!

I'm back, from a hell of a few months. I moved out of the old, rotten apartment of horrors in Harlem, to a fabulous 2brm/2bath in Harlem. The kids call it "SoHa" i.e. "South Harlem" I just call it a fabulous change. I found it without a broker, and although I nearly lost my job over the extreme time consumption, it was well worth it. We have our own roof, and I have a deck! It's a duplex! Squee!

I also left my job in Jersey, for an equally crappy commute, but better paying gig in Riverdale, NY. The Bronx. I'm struggling a bit, adjusting to everything. I'm one fo the youngest people, and there are high expectations surrounding me. It's a struggle I'll overcome.

My mother was visiting me last month, and was hit by a car. She'll be fine - luckily she's at my facility, so she needn't go to far to get on my nerves.

Still looking love in all the wrong places, my Rabbit is fine, and I got a Facebook. My roommate encouraged me; but be warned - I'm supposed to act professional on Facebook. No farty party messages or nothing.