I'm 31 today. So far, it feels just like 30. Actually, there hasn't been a transformative birthday since 26, now that I think about it.
Job news: the freelance work is going well. I have a part time job babysitting a church for $13 an hour, and I can read and knit there, and I've got orientation for volunteer work this Saturday here. I sent out a stack of resumes yesterday, and I asked for an assistant position or an internship, so maybe something will come of that.
I've decided to not even contemplate for a second the idea of moving home until March 1st, which gives me 6 months.
Things that suck in New York:
1. pizza. I need me some St. Louis style, thin crust, square cut, provel cheese wearin' pizza. We went to this "voted best pizza in New York" for 6 straight years or something place tonight, and the pizza is terrible. Soggy and the sauce tastes like cardboard and the sausage was sick. The red peppers were killer, though, and the antipasta was alright. But you can't really screw with antipasta, can you?
2. People that sit in a restaurant in New York and talk about how great New York is. Maybe it was just this particular guy, but I listened in on at least 45 minutes of conversation, and he didn't say one even slightly interesting thing the whole time. Maybe he just moved here from Ohio and has spent years thinking about how much it sucks in Ohio and life would be so much better in New York. Sorry, but man, if you're a boring tool in Ohio, you're going to be a boring tool in New York, too.
Job news: the freelance work is going well. I have a part time job babysitting a church for $13 an hour, and I can read and knit there, and I've got orientation for volunteer work this Saturday here. I sent out a stack of resumes yesterday, and I asked for an assistant position or an internship, so maybe something will come of that.
I've decided to not even contemplate for a second the idea of moving home until March 1st, which gives me 6 months.
Things that suck in New York:
1. pizza. I need me some St. Louis style, thin crust, square cut, provel cheese wearin' pizza. We went to this "voted best pizza in New York" for 6 straight years or something place tonight, and the pizza is terrible. Soggy and the sauce tastes like cardboard and the sausage was sick. The red peppers were killer, though, and the antipasta was alright. But you can't really screw with antipasta, can you?
2. People that sit in a restaurant in New York and talk about how great New York is. Maybe it was just this particular guy, but I listened in on at least 45 minutes of conversation, and he didn't say one even slightly interesting thing the whole time. Maybe he just moved here from Ohio and has spent years thinking about how much it sucks in Ohio and life would be so much better in New York. Sorry, but man, if you're a boring tool in Ohio, you're going to be a boring tool in New York, too.
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