You know those few days leading up to Halloween when you see people all dressed up and you wonder if they're in costume or dressed normally? Well those days have arrived in NYC. The streets are filled with people rushing around and I want to stop at least one out of five and ask if it's a costume. But for fear of being shot, I haven't whipped out my camera or asked anyone (yet). This holiday really brings out the crazies.
There were a few years in a row when I witnessed awful stuff on my birthday. This year I managed to escape that tradition. Unfortunately this morning, still in my birth month, I saw an awful accident on my way to work. A cab jumped the curb on 23rd and Park, running into a number of pedestrians and the newsstand. The same man I've bought stamps from outside of Hallmark for years was splayed out in the middle of the sidewalk, shoeless, bloody and not moving. The newsstand, once a shiny metal and glass hut, was shattered into millions of pieces and tossed in every direction. While I felt awful for him, and couldn't take my eyes off the scene, I had to feel incredibly thankful that it didn't happen two minutes later when I could have been passing that very spot. How often do we all narrowly miss life threatening accidents like this? Was it fate that I went back inside this morning for the umbrella that I didn't even need? Or that I decided to watch that extra two minutes on the Today Show before rushing out the door? It's been on my mind all day. As much as I try to be aware of my surroundings and alert when I'm in public, it's scary to think that these things happen in a split second, leaving us, more often than not, with very little time to react. I'm thinking tonight about the man who consistently overcharged me for stamps. I'm wondering where he is tonight, if he's ok and if he'll ever have the opportunity to rebuild his glass castle full of magazines, newspapers and the best candy selection easy of Duane Reade. Passing by his spot, the only thing that remains is a pile of boxes and the memory of $0.50 stamps.
Record long day at work and nothing to show for it except for a sneak peak at something super exciting that's launching soon. I didn't think it was possible to be anymore excited about our business. But tonight got me there! So much so that I didn't even care that the clock on the CS building said 12:50am as I was trudging home.
I'm home on the couch tonight (with an ear ache) and indulging my inner TLC junkie: Sister Wives, the Duggars, Kate Plus Eight...the usual suspects. I tend to become engrossed in these shows fairly quickly, picking up a new one every few months. But not next month. Because this is what's coming up:
I mean, I love to laugh at her as much as the next person but I don't think I'll be tuning in...
I'm approaching my fifth (month) anniversary at GG and in celebration, I got my fifth desk!
Due to some fairly imminent corporate shuffling, I'm reasonably certain that there will be a sixth, but for now, I'm making myself at home. And this time, I put a tracking device on my chair. Ain't no one gonna be jackin' my seat!
Let me preface this by reminding everyone that I tend to avoid caffeine. Like the plague. It torments my sleeping pattern for days at a time and makes me feel jittery and miserable in general. But this morning it was super cold out when I walked to work (in the dark) and when I (finally) got inside, all I wanted was a hot beverage. And for some reason, I decided to make some coffee. I set up my day while I waited for it to brew and then poured myself a steaming mug-full. (And I microwaved my (whole) milk so that it wouldn't cool down the coffee.) I added two Spelndas and went back to my desk with my concoction. I let it cool for a minute (the purpose of cold milk?) and then took a sip. Oh it was delightful. It was incredible. I was in love from my first taste. I finished the mug and then poured myself another. I might have had a few more and before I knew it, I was still the only one in the office and the pot looked like this.
Yes. Empty. I have absolutely (!!!!), positively (!!!!!) been vibrating all day. But at the same time, I've been so incredibly productive that I think I might do it every day. Unfortunately, a well-wishing colleague doesn't feel the same way about my caffeine binge and she's declared that she's coming in early to moderate my coffee consumption. I'm going to trick her though- I'll stop at 'bucks on my way in, grab a venti and finish it before I come inside...I'll be a full drink ahead of her. It's nice to be smart.
I took a break from work tonight to attend a yoga class. Instead of relaxing me, it made me more stressed out. And now I'm back at work and feeling unproductive. Taking a break was supposed to be a good thing. This could not have gone any worse. Ugh! Guess I shoulda gone with a Kit Kat Bar.
I went to dinner tonight with my friend (and her dog). (Because of the dog) we sat outside. Just inside the window was a big table with a group of about twelve people.
That's only half the table. But anyway, we kept looking in at this bunch and trying to figure out how they knew each other. Finally, I made up a story that it was Joe's retirement party (he's the one on the far right in the blue shirt) and they were all sending him off. There was a woman on the other end of the table and I named her Barbara and pronounced her Joe's secretary of 30 years. She's been the cornerstone of his career, following him from a previous job and helping him launch this successful business. She also organized the dinner. Anyhoo, My friend very sweetly ordered a fabulous dessert for my birthday.
And the waiter brought it and sang and it was very sweet. And Joe, Barbara and the crew cheered from the inside. I looked in and they waved us down to their table for after dinner drinks. I returned the wave but declined the invitation because let's face it, as much as we "knew" about Joe and Barbara, we didn't really "know" them. We ate our dessert (yum!) and got our check. As we were fixing to leave, "Barbara" came up to the table with a limoncello for me! Whew, that was a strong drink. We started chatting with her, showed her the picture we took of her table and told her the story of Joe and Barbara and the reason behind their dinner. She laughed hysterically and told us that basically they were with Ally Bank and some software company was taking then out to dinner as a sales call. Turns out that she was just there with her husband, her name isn't Barbara and she doesn't even know Joe!
They serve good snacks (for free!) and every seat has DirectTV. This afternoon, I enjoyed an SVU Marathon at 30,000 feet. Upon landing, I was so engrossed in the show that I found myself wishing for another 40 minutes in the air! It didn't hurt that I was cozy in my blanket, I had an empty seat next to me and I was in a row with extra leg room. All in all, it was a heavenly flight and a very relaxing end to a quick weekend away.
I met up with a friend tonight and we took a short trip across the river to...The Melting Pot! I'm not sure if it was our outfits (urban chic) or attitudes (we scoffed at the uncivilized large group at the front), but they seated us in the wayyyyy back of the rear room. A little out of the way, it was quite a nice spot. We ate (cheese, meat and chocolate) and drank (me: beer, her: wine) in relative peace...until karraoke started. Yes. I said karraoke. Wednesday night is apparently karraoke night at the Hoboken Melting Pot. Or perhaps at all Melting Pots! But there we were, enjoying a quiet meal and catching up when all of a sudden, bam! George Michael's "I never wanna dance again" came on. And let me tell you, after that man's rendition, George is promising to put all his shananigans on hold if this man promises never to sing another one of his songs again. I captured a video, but Blogger won't let me post it. So here's a visual.
Unfortunately this picture doesn't show the bottom of the room. The entire crowd was wearing sensible shoes. Enough said.
The restaurant felt so bad for us that they brought out a complementary bottle of ice wine. It made me want to puke. But it's the thought that counts, right?
...when it's a "holiday" and you don't think that anyone will be at the office.
Because if you do wear it, and stroll in at 10am, you're guaranteed that the rest of the office will already be there and will glare at you when you walk in under dressed. Everyone including senior management. Happy Columbus Day, Bloggy Buddies!
The piñata at work has finally been busted. And in addition to lots of candy, a ton of silly bands came tumbling down. I snatched one.
It's a pumpkin. Or a bat. But whatever. The main point is that it glows in the dark. I didn't notice that last night and it shocked me tonight. I miss my duck but I think that the bat/pumpkin and I will do just fine together.
Team USA is competing for the Ryder Cup in wet and rainy Wales. And it was perfect cheering weather here in NYC yesterday: wet and rainy. The perfect opportunity for me to wear my Ryder Cup jacket. Unfortunately I also wore my green rain boots. Hence my appointment to Fashion Faux Pas Friday.
I heard the word Christmas a few too many times. I hope that this is the last time that I'll be the faux pas. I prefer to be the one pointing the finger!