The Hangover

Yesterday my office closed down and as a company we headed up to the Bronx to paint murals and plant gardens at a couple of public schools. I have made no secret of the fact that I don't particularly care for most of the people that I work with, and its these social situations that exacerbate the problem. After hours of painting, there was an after party with free beer and food. I had way too many beers and by the end of the night someone had drawn two nipples on my t-shirt. While these nipples were being drawn, I saw a girl I had worked with previously whispering and clearly talking about me. I said, "Don't judge me bitch". Yeah, I was drunk. That's no excuse though. I still can't believe I said that to a co-worker. My friend pulled me aside and said, that girl said really nice things about you earlier today. On the taxi ride home I was just a blubbering mess. Talking a bunch of drunken shit. I woke up this morning unable to even hold down water. I came to work 2 hours late. I've got to leave this city. I don't even know whats going on anymore. Since I've moved here I have no idea what has happened to my life. I just hate fake superficial people and this city is full of posers. This place is making me crazy.

Work Blogging

So, I'm reduced to blogging at work simply because my laptop is ready to take a shit. The tab key and the t and the y keys don't work. You'd be suprised at how often you need those two letters in the english language. Anyhow, I've decided to stay out the year in New York giving me until September 25. I've given myself approximately until November to find a new job or transfer to the San Francisco office with my current company. My goal is to stay with my current company, but if that doesn't work out then I have to find a job in the Bay area which shouldn't be a problem.

This weekend I'll be cat sitting/apartment sitting in Greenpoint, a neighborhood of Brooklyn which is 20 minutes from Manhattan. My friend's cat has the ability to pee and poo in the toilet like a human. Expect to see pics of that next week. A co-worker of mine will be spending the night as well. It's going to be like a slumber party for 26-28 year olds, which means a lot of complaining about men or lack thereof. And maybe if drunk enough, a little bit of titty grabbing. If she's lucky. Cuz thats what girls do when they have slumber parties and they aren't getting laid.

I'm hoping that during my 3 day adventure in Greenpoint I'll run into Denis Leary and his crew filming Rescue Me. Rumor has it that it is filmed in the Greenpoint/Williamsburg area and the residents there are pissed off because they can't park or some shit. Its Denis Leary bitches. He can pee on the street and steal small children if he wants, so long as he's filming in my neighborhood. But, I live in the suburbs of Brooklyn, so thats not going to happen for me.

P.S. I just saw Eddie Murphy filming a movie in front of the flatiron while at lunch.

Welcome to Brooklyn, America's Hometown

I went to the Mermaid Parade, a 25 year old parade of fools. Being the Coney Island enthusiast that I am, I had to go. I was completely disappointed in the lack of nice tits. I expected to see plenty of tits and nips. I didn't see much. Afterwards, we headed to Greenpoint for good Mexican food. Weekend is over.

Lazy TV Weekend

I had grandiose plans this weekend. Saturday was supposed to be a trip to the Transit Museum and Coney Island on Sunday. I ended up spending the whole weekend in my underwear watching netflix and TV. Rescue Me is back on this season, and I got a phonecall from Fifi on Thursday to let me know that they were filming in her neighborhood in Brooklyn. Next time they are there, I'm going to take the day off to watch.

Rescue Me's season premiere was off to a slow start. Maybe because its been like a year since its been on and suddenly a baby is born and random people we are supposed to remember have a central role. I'm just stoked to see Denis Leary again. Outside of my dreams that is. I have an ongoing debate with a very dear friend of mine, who insists that Rescue Me is marketed for women, not men. My main argument against this is that FX is a network for men and their core audience is men. But, after watching the flash piece of Denis Leary getting hosed off on the Rescue Me site, I think he may have a point.

So, in my tv watching stupor, I came across Kathy Griffin's My Life on the D-List. Delicious. I have never experienced Kathy Griffin before, but I'm glad I did. I watched the episode when she went out with Nick Carter and he wouldn't take a photo with her. Classic.

Things I Hate

I decided that I kinda hate myspace. I deleted my page because I was over it. I think my main problem with the myspace thing is that people use it to hide behind. To portray an image of themselves. I hate the huge backgrounds of betty page and the tons of youtube media clips. And the sparkling stars above the names. When I lived in Buffalo, I was in a long distance relationship for 1.5 years. Its been 1.5 years since I talked to this person and occasionally, I get into the stalking mood. Myspace is perfect for that. I went to his page and it looks like the page of a 12 year old high school kid. In about 2 minutes, I was able to piece together what he's been doing with his life: Quit his job, found a new one, formulated a new band and still living in Socal. It's strange because he was the first guy I ever fell in love with, and now I can't even remember why. Is this normal? Doesn't feel right. When I think of him, I just think of how immature and stupid he is. I never wanted to think of him like that. Oh yeah, and I wish he would stop using our relationship to fuel his songs lyrics.

Leaving New York

I've come to a decision. I'm leaving New York. Its a great city but, its not a place I want to stay. Blame it on many factors. My goal is to leave within 6 months. This may or may not be possible, because I'm governed by whether I am able to find another position. I'm moving back to the West Coast, the East Coast weather isn't for a Cali kid like me. I applied for a position in San Diego today. I'm setting my sights on San Francisco/San Jose area and San Diego. (I can only live in places with San in it) So, as a result I've decided to comprise a huge list of the things I want to do before I leave. Here are the highlights:

• Ride the Cyclone and Wonder Wheel at Coney Island


• Visit Harlem


• Take the Staten Island Ferry


• Visit Bensonhurst, Brooklyn


• See a Play


• Eat Chocolate pasta at Beppe


• Jog in Central Park


• See a Yankees game


• Walk over the Brooklyn Bridge


• Visit Prospect Park


• Go to the Russian Tea Room


• Go to Arthur's Tavern
  

There's lots more but thats the short list.
P.S. Is anyone else watching So You Think You Can Dance? Its fucking great. And of course Rescue Me is back on now Wednesdays at 10 on FX. Love Denis Leary.

What would a New Yorker do?

So I was half sleeping on the express train to work the other day when suddenly this woman says, "Ma'am there's something in your hair" to the girl sitting next me. The girl looked confused and started brushing her hair, and in her stark blonde hair was a huge black wasp. That muthafucker was huge! She got up and started to brush her hair with her finger and she asked me if it was off. "It's right there" I said. She then started to brush it in my direction. "Oh no, not here" I said to her. It was sort of a snippy comment, but I was afraid it would land on me. She eventually got it out and it flew to another part of the train. After I got off the train, this random guy came up to me and said "That was classic what you said to that girl. That was so funny." Only in New York can you get rewarded for bad behavior. What would a New Yorker do? Just the opposite of what Jesus would do.

Found: Myself

About a week and a half ago, I found myself again. We can find ourselves in the oddest places. I attended a mandatory 4 hour meeting discussing the rebranding and positioning stategy of one of our core clients. It was during this meeting when I started to remember who I am and who I want to be. And now I feel better. I feel calmer, I feel more confident and content with where I am in my life. I had already scheduled therapy appointments before I found myself, but decided to go anyway. She told me my anxiety attacks were related to making decisions in my life. She acknowledged the fact that its difficult to meet people here and that felt good. I'm tired of people blaming me for not making friends here. I'm picky about the sort of people I want to be around, and the egotistic, shallow hipster types are not for me. I'm not about image and I just haven't met too many people that I like here. (Except for you Fifi) I went out with Kate and her friend on Friday and drank way too much. I spent the weekend cleaning. I think I'm going to visit the Greenwood Cemetary next week, gravesite of the founder of Tiffany & Co.

Career Talk

This weekend I hung out on Friday with my neighbor/co-worker/BFF at her house. We drank about 2.5 bottles of wine between the both of us. She got me thinking a lot about my current position at the agency I work at. I'll be working at my agency for 9 months in June. I am a user interface designer, but I have only worked on 3 or 4 projects in which I have aided in designing interfaces. The rest of the time I wrote documents and sat on my ass reading blogs and IMing all day. Part of the reason for this is because the projects that I have been working have gone on hold. When that happens, I literally have nothing to do. After speaking to my manager, he told me that I came at a weird time for projects. Long story short, my friend doesn't think I'm getting what I need at this agency, and quite frankly neither do I. I had expected to learn a lot more by this time than I have. So, I think its time to build my portfolio, and I'm going to start shopping around to other agencies and places that I think I can build more skill. It may turn out this place I stay, but I'm going to check out my options.

My apologies

Well, in light of the comments I received, I'm pretty sure you will all think I'm a total pussy and a let down. But, I have re-evaluated the situation with Chris, and I'm going to see what happens. I realize I may be on the road to pain, but I also want to take into consideration that he has difficulty opening up, and after talking to a couple of straight guy friends, they sort of took his side, saying that 5 months was certaintly not enough time to feel as if they know someone. Add that I live 3,000 miles away. So, I know I sound like a lowly pathetic girl right now, but I'm going to give it a go. Quite honestly, I'd rather deal with a divorcee with two kids' drama than a hedonistic single unmarried male right now. Sorry everyone, I know you are all judging me right now. Its okay.