I have so much to say about my work, and sadly cannot say anything about my work. I even have to restrict what I say to certain people, depending on the audience. This is politics. But I am super excited and so happy and proud. So I suppose I can complain about regular life shit here.
I have a roommate. Haven’t had one in years. I debated living in a place close to work that sucked, versus a place I would enjoy relaxing in the the evenings and weekends with amenities close by. But I chose the former. And boy do I regret it. I chose Washington Heights, which is way far up in Manhattan. A difficult change for this Brooklyn/East Village girl. All the non Dominican restaurants are “good for the area.” I find myself making three hour round trips to my old haunts. I fall asleep constantly on the train. I don’t have an ipod yet. I actually did not like having them before when I lived in New York because they always got caught up in my scarf/sweater/jacket during the cold months. But now I’m just bored.
I used to work from home which was a nightmare. I never left the house. We are now housed in a new EXPANDED office and I have a beautiful view of Manhattan and the Hudson. But I’m still stuck uptown in this awful place. The commute will be worth it once I save enough to move out. My roommate is getting married in the Fall so who knows what will happen to the place. I’m unhappy because her teenage brother sleeps overnight all the time as does her fiance. Why should I help out with chores when she’s got three times as many people living here than myself?!? I mostly stay in my room.
This is a complaining blog. Apologies, I’ll probably erase in the morning. Suffice to say, I am very happy with my job. I can’t believe I have it, and as some people like to remind me, I am so lucky to be working under the folk that I am. The New York trifecta is half way complete! A great job, …decent…living situation, and a MAN. A good man. SO! I need a good man and an even better living situation!
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