I did it y'all! I passed my test at the restaurant and am now a server at one of the nicest restaurants in Staten Island. After Hurricane Sandy, a lot of places closed down and this will be the prime candidate for a gorgeous night out. I wish you guys could see this restaurant. It is just south of the Verrazano Bridge, right on the boardwalk of the south beach in S.I. During the day, you can see out over the water clear to Europe. And at night, the bridge lights up and the lights bounce off of the water. It is just beautiful.
I've been told it is a part-time gig but some of the servers and managers seem to think it is a full time commitment. We shall see. I am just happy to have income now. I will get a check on Monday for all the training I've been doing and hopefully will get my first night of tips on Sunday night! I'm not feeling as excited as I should be though. The other waiters are trying to psych me out about how busy it can get and how crazy and they don't have confidence that I can handle it. It scares me, honestly. I'm not even sure I can. Every time I study a lot and go in confident, they rip me apart with things I don't know. They make me second guess myself at every step and I don't like functioning in that environment. It is not positive and not conducive to a confident waiter... I dunno. I'm not sure it will work out but hey it's a job for now. It will pay the bills.
Second thing: I applied for the Licia Albanese Puccini Competition in two weeks. I sent my resume and application in today. Lordy was that an adventure! Tears were cried, offense was taken, anxiety was held at bay, but forgiveness was ultimately given. I finally had all of the documents I needed today and I found a very cheap copy/print place on the upper west side that charged me only $5.37 to print an 8x10 photo, two color resumes, a color song list, two recommendation letters, the actual application, and that price included the three envelopes I needed to make this application happen. But they didn't sell stamps. So then I had to go to the bank and lo and behold! They sell stamps at the ATM!! (Crazy, right??) So I bought stamps and needed to find a postal drop box. I walked out of the bank and there just happened to be a postman unloading his truck. I asked him where the nearest drop box was, he holds out his hand and says, "Here!" So he took my envelope for me. Of course, this entire adventure made me an hour late for my server test. So that was cool. But the application was sent.
Mignon believes I will win this competition. I have no such high hopes for my very first competition but I will do my best!! I am excited to have a performance to look forward to! She has been so good for me. My voice is sounding better than it ever had and it finally sounds like my one true voice rather than several voices I may be imitating or affecting. It's wonderful!
It's funny though, how that works. When someone has faith in you and roots for you, you can do incredible things. But when someone doubts your ability and continues to tell you you can't or won't do well, you start to believe it. Why does that work? I have always been confident in myself and my abilities and worth. What makes working at the South Fin Grill any different than singing for a teacher who doesn't care for my learning style? Or vocal color? Or work ethic? Why is it that when there is that little seed of doubt, all talent and potential go out the window. Fear and Doubt are so crippling. They are. They make the bearer feel unworthy and inadequate.
So since I'm a God-fearin', Heaven-prayin' kind of girl, would you all pray for me in this? Pray for the environment at the restaurant and that my spirits will be lifted, rather than beaten down. Pray that I do well in this competition and make a good impression on those hearing me for the first time. (It is my first debut as a young artist!) Just keep me on your mind, on your list of people to pray for. I need some extra support. The homesickness is at an all-time high and it is not looking like I will be able to go home until the Fall, if I can even afford it by then.
I know this post is not the most positive. But things are changing and things are happening. That's what I came here for, right? Change. And destiny. I firmly believe God brought me here to this place for a purpose. He gave me the Women of Christ at the church to sing with and to become friends with. He gave me a job that will pay the bills. He brought a man into my life who makes me feel beautiful and amazing and like I deserve everything in the world, though I'm not ready for a full relationship yet (which is smart on God's part since he happens to live in Europe for the moment!). So with that, I leave you with these thoughts:
Everything happens for a reason. Destiny always gets its own way. And if you step back and listen to what God and His universe are telling you, you may end up in a life you never dreamed for yourself, with blessings you never imagined. Open your heart and listen.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
The Price I Pay
Has anyone else ever hated a job they were grateful to get? I've started a new job at a higher-end restaurant than I have ever worked at, and it's a very frustrating process. I have to know the menu inside and out, including the wine and drink menu. I have to take my test on Wednesday. I'm not sure yet if I'm ready. They still ask a lot of questions I have to think about a little bit before I can answer. But the worst part is the training. The guy they have me training with is nice and very good at his own job but he is not a very good trainer. For example, yesterday I arrived at 4pm on time and he gave me side work to do. Then around 5:30 he comes over and tells me I'm taking tables all by myself and not to screw it up. He said I'd be fine, I knew the stuff and blah blah. But I freaked out. I was not mentally prepared to take a table yet completely alone. Then once my table was finished, I stood around waiting to be told what to do. In general, he teaches me one thing, does a completely different thing, and the other trainer has to come back and reteach me all over again. Another server had me polish and stock almost three hundred glasses. Then realized that they had to break down the tables at the end of the night and now there was no room for the glasses already out. They expect me to know things that are not on the menu. The menu they gave me is a customer menu, not a server's menu. It doesn't have all the allergies listed, it doesn't have every ingredient listed. It doesn't talk about the flavors or ideas behind the dish. I have been training for a week now and I am not prepared. They keep telling me the money is worth it but they pool their tips and get $80 a piece at the end of the night. Not going to pay my rent. All of this to say, I have no idea what I'm doing at my new job or even if it's going to work out. But I need the money so desperately, I can't afford not to see it through...
I have been living on pb&j sandwiches and pasta for weeks. I have to scrounge for quarters for the bus. Daisy eats boiled chicken breast and green beans when I can't afford dog food. Every now and then I buy myself a can of Coca Cola and a Dove dark chocolate bar as a treat. And then I kick myself for a week for spending money on so many calories and sugar, with no nutrition in sight. But it sure is delicious....
And then I realize how much time I spend on my commute. To my office job, I spend six hours a week. To the restaurant, I spend four. Nevermind the hour and a half in one direction it takes me to get to my lesson and the hour it takes me to get anywhere in the city for any other reason. That's at least thirteen hours a week I spend on commute. For comparison: at university, I spent roughly four hours a week on commute. In Austin, maybe six. Of course I had a car then and don't have to pay for gas now. But I do have to pay $2.50 per train ride and buying the monthly just isn't worth it unless I ride a train or bus at least twice per day. I don't go out enough for that.
I know that I am living my dream. I know that I am lucky to be here. And if it wasn't hard it wouldn't be worth it. I know all the earworms out there. But it is hard. And it is frustrating. And I don't necessarily have a direction. That's part of why I haven't been writing as much. I'm just not sure what I'm doing and I'm even less sure of what to tell you I'm doing! So bear with me while I sort my life out. It's snowing again here. I am beginning to get tired of being wet everytime I walk in a building here. But I guess that is a small price to pay to be in my dream city right?
I have been living on pb&j sandwiches and pasta for weeks. I have to scrounge for quarters for the bus. Daisy eats boiled chicken breast and green beans when I can't afford dog food. Every now and then I buy myself a can of Coca Cola and a Dove dark chocolate bar as a treat. And then I kick myself for a week for spending money on so many calories and sugar, with no nutrition in sight. But it sure is delicious....
And then I realize how much time I spend on my commute. To my office job, I spend six hours a week. To the restaurant, I spend four. Nevermind the hour and a half in one direction it takes me to get to my lesson and the hour it takes me to get anywhere in the city for any other reason. That's at least thirteen hours a week I spend on commute. For comparison: at university, I spent roughly four hours a week on commute. In Austin, maybe six. Of course I had a car then and don't have to pay for gas now. But I do have to pay $2.50 per train ride and buying the monthly just isn't worth it unless I ride a train or bus at least twice per day. I don't go out enough for that.
I know that I am living my dream. I know that I am lucky to be here. And if it wasn't hard it wouldn't be worth it. I know all the earworms out there. But it is hard. And it is frustrating. And I don't necessarily have a direction. That's part of why I haven't been writing as much. I'm just not sure what I'm doing and I'm even less sure of what to tell you I'm doing! So bear with me while I sort my life out. It's snowing again here. I am beginning to get tired of being wet everytime I walk in a building here. But I guess that is a small price to pay to be in my dream city right?
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Blessings and News!!
Good news!! I got the server position I wanted! It's at a restaurant on Staten Island and should pay very well. It's a high end and very busy restaurant. And as an added bonus, I have received a little bit of a break in my rent. Lucky me! I can't really divulge details but suffice it to say, I am paying only about 2/3s of what I was paying before! God is so good.
Even better news! I found an amazing church today. You know how I kept mentioning hearing church bells and how they just made me feel warm and cozy and happy? Well, today I went to that church. The service itself was extremely different than what I grew up with. More conservative in some ways, more liberal in others. It even had some completely new practices the lady next to me was kind enough to help me understand. The pastor was great. The sermon he gave was inspiring in that it had a great lesson, but it also inspired me to ask my own questions, spurring on my own Bible study this week. They asked if there were any new visitors, but I was shy and didn't say anything. At this point, an elderly lady in a bright green top turned around and pointed at me. She knew somehow I was brand new. I told her no (I didn't want to stand up in front of the whole congregation) but she found me after and asked my name. I told her Erin and she goes, "Oh a good Irish name! Are you Irish then?" And I said parts of my family were, yes. Her name was Eileen. She had a bit of an accent herself and informed me that her parents were Irish so she is American by Irish descent. She then practically ordered me to go downstairs to the fellowship hall so they could feed me and said she would meet me down there. So I exited and shook the pastor's hand. He thanked me for coming and all but shoved me down the stairs toward the fellowship hall. Not being one for turning down free food, I went.
I stood a bit awkwardly by myself until a lady named Pam came over and introduced herself. She found out I was new and I was a goner. She introduced to everyone and told them I was new and everyone was just as warm as could be!! She dragged me over and pushed coffee in my hand, then took me back and seated me right next to her at her table, all the while asking where I'm from and how I like it here, how long I'd been here, etc. and introducing me to more people inbetween. On my other side sat a lady named Soraya. The conversation flowed like we were the oldest of friends and we had a very talktive Egyptian man sitting with us who provided a very interesting element to the conversation. They told me where all the best markets were and the best parks. Sorayah has a dog and said she'd be more than willing to have doggy playdates with Daisy. Pam invited me to her bootcamp classes on T/Th evenings since I haven't found a workout routine yet and to the Women of Christ music ministry, who just happened to be meeting just after lunch.
Now Women of Christ a women's choir that performs for the church every fourth Sunday and gets invited to other churches as well. They meet every Sunday after the fellowship for rehearsal and ministry. They go and sing and pray for one another and each lady brings a scripture to share with the others for the week. It is very cool. They started to sing and I noticed their soprano section was having some trouble with the high notes. When they stopped, one lady was saying she just couldn't get up there for the day (in all fairness, they were missing about half their members). I, high notes being my specialty, offered to do it. The song was very simple and so I joined them. It felt so good to sing as a part of a group again.
If you knew me at University, you'd know I dreaded choir. I wanted to be a solo singer. But there is something about being in an ensemble working toward a common goal that is very satisfying to a musician. I finally felt at peace. The ladies were so sweet and said how much they liked my voice; they even invite me to sing with them next Sunday!!
I have never felt so welcome in my life. They accepted me into their circle, no questions asked. They were so spiritual, so genuine, and it was so uplifting to meet women I could really relate to. I felt at peace in a way I didn't know I had missed so much. God definitely has something planned for me here, I just wish I knew what it was. For now, my apartment is amazing, this church is exactly what I needed (and only two minutes walk from my front door), and I finally have a second job that will pay the missing half of my living expenses. I am so blessed.
Even better news! I found an amazing church today. You know how I kept mentioning hearing church bells and how they just made me feel warm and cozy and happy? Well, today I went to that church. The service itself was extremely different than what I grew up with. More conservative in some ways, more liberal in others. It even had some completely new practices the lady next to me was kind enough to help me understand. The pastor was great. The sermon he gave was inspiring in that it had a great lesson, but it also inspired me to ask my own questions, spurring on my own Bible study this week. They asked if there were any new visitors, but I was shy and didn't say anything. At this point, an elderly lady in a bright green top turned around and pointed at me. She knew somehow I was brand new. I told her no (I didn't want to stand up in front of the whole congregation) but she found me after and asked my name. I told her Erin and she goes, "Oh a good Irish name! Are you Irish then?" And I said parts of my family were, yes. Her name was Eileen. She had a bit of an accent herself and informed me that her parents were Irish so she is American by Irish descent. She then practically ordered me to go downstairs to the fellowship hall so they could feed me and said she would meet me down there. So I exited and shook the pastor's hand. He thanked me for coming and all but shoved me down the stairs toward the fellowship hall. Not being one for turning down free food, I went.
I stood a bit awkwardly by myself until a lady named Pam came over and introduced herself. She found out I was new and I was a goner. She introduced to everyone and told them I was new and everyone was just as warm as could be!! She dragged me over and pushed coffee in my hand, then took me back and seated me right next to her at her table, all the while asking where I'm from and how I like it here, how long I'd been here, etc. and introducing me to more people inbetween. On my other side sat a lady named Soraya. The conversation flowed like we were the oldest of friends and we had a very talktive Egyptian man sitting with us who provided a very interesting element to the conversation. They told me where all the best markets were and the best parks. Sorayah has a dog and said she'd be more than willing to have doggy playdates with Daisy. Pam invited me to her bootcamp classes on T/Th evenings since I haven't found a workout routine yet and to the Women of Christ music ministry, who just happened to be meeting just after lunch.
Now Women of Christ a women's choir that performs for the church every fourth Sunday and gets invited to other churches as well. They meet every Sunday after the fellowship for rehearsal and ministry. They go and sing and pray for one another and each lady brings a scripture to share with the others for the week. It is very cool. They started to sing and I noticed their soprano section was having some trouble with the high notes. When they stopped, one lady was saying she just couldn't get up there for the day (in all fairness, they were missing about half their members). I, high notes being my specialty, offered to do it. The song was very simple and so I joined them. It felt so good to sing as a part of a group again.
If you knew me at University, you'd know I dreaded choir. I wanted to be a solo singer. But there is something about being in an ensemble working toward a common goal that is very satisfying to a musician. I finally felt at peace. The ladies were so sweet and said how much they liked my voice; they even invite me to sing with them next Sunday!!
I have never felt so welcome in my life. They accepted me into their circle, no questions asked. They were so spiritual, so genuine, and it was so uplifting to meet women I could really relate to. I felt at peace in a way I didn't know I had missed so much. God definitely has something planned for me here, I just wish I knew what it was. For now, my apartment is amazing, this church is exactly what I needed (and only two minutes walk from my front door), and I finally have a second job that will pay the missing half of my living expenses. I am so blessed.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Update and Satire (Only mildly exaggerated)
Hey friends! So sorry I haven't been posting. I have a million excuses and no real reasons but I will try to catch you up without boring you to tears!
On the music front, I have been sick and have only within the past few days been feeling better. Apparently it happens to a lot of non-newyorkers who haven't been exposed to subway travel or come into contact with quite so many people before. That being said, my vocal cords are fine. I have a bit of lingering chest congestion, and coughing makes trying to sing an excruciating process. I want to sing and vocally I feel fine; but if I take too deep a breath I start coughing or simply can't get enough breath to move the air. I have my lesson with Mignon on Saturday after two weeks of not seeing her. I will ask her then what she recommends and hopefully I will not be prevented from using my lesson time well!
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On the job front, I simply have no news. It is beyond me why in a city full of people concerned about their time, so much of mine has been wasted. I have gone on interviews and slogged through the ad sites trying to find a decent person who will give me work to no avail. My work at the computer maintenance company is great. I love the office and my boss, the girls I work with are smart and nice people. But they can only afford to give me so many hours. Lucky for me (though not for them), half the office has been dealing with a cold, the flu, and pinkeye so I have been able to jump in and help where I can. I am learning quickly but there is just no substitute for experience. Story of my life, right? But my boss is proud of me and the work I do. My computer skills are apparently greater than your average worker's so I do bring some knowledge to my position. But I still need another source of income. Several less than appealing opportunities have presented themselves lately, but there are some that I just can't bring myself to do. I guess I ended up with a moral compass after all.
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On a somewhat related note, living within a certain budget has not always been easy for me. I have always managed to find a way to make ends meet, and still have Starbucks money to spare. This time, however, I am not so lucky. The real world is cold and unforgiving. Rent is an ever-looming obligation and I have never thought about the cost of food more in my life. Since rent itself is double my current income, I live on peanut butter and juice. I splurge on the occasional craving (and by splurge I mean spend more than five dollars on one sweet dessert or strawberries-- my personal weakness) but for the most part I have been good. But I am definitely learning how to be a starving artist.
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Now about the subways. It is extraordinary how much fun I have watching people on the subways. I am a total snoop! I just love to peep at people's iphones and blackberries, reading their facebook feeds, seeing what music they listen to, trying to write a mental dossier on their lives just by observing their manner and phone content. It is so much fun! Today, in fact, I caught a super macho man in his workout gear with a basketball in his sloppy, unzipped gym bag listening to Beyonce. Priceless. So, here are a few things I have observed and kept a list of in now particular order:
--There was a man who appeared to have a home, though I assumed not much of one. His clothes were mostly clean at least but out of fashion, unmatched, and extremely well-worn (strange for NYC). That being said, this man was wearing tennis shoes-- without socks. How do I know this? Because he took them off. His legs were ashier than Pompeii and his feet looked like they were home to more fungi than a mushroom farm. And then he scratched them. Not just once, maybe twice and put the shoe back on. No... I wish. He scratched and rubbed his bare feet for the better part of three stops on the express train, leaving a dirty pile of skin flakes on the floor and the most abominable odor to waft across the measly five feet of subway air, already atrocious in quality on its own, to where I was trapped. I had to change cars. Apparently, I wasn't the only one. We had a good awkward laugh.
--You will never experience wrath like that of New Yorkers waiting for a train that finally comes and blows right through the station without so much as a warning of arrival, followed by ten minutes of outrage while we waited for the next train.
--There is a guy who rides the 4 express in Manhattan, who in his phone, has someone saved as "Babymama." No lie. She had recently sent him a three paragraph long text and he replied with one word. Wonder what happened there....
--The subway at rush hour is ruthless. Especially in the evening because everyone is tired and mad at their boss (or so I assume). One lady, in a crowded subway car no less, was perturbed that my bag was touching her. So she turns around with all the New York attitude she could muster and says, "Miss, do you MIND?" Of course I mind. You're on a crowded subway. If you don't want to be touched or squashed by people you don't know, take a cab.
--If you don't speak English properly and that's why you don't understand the rules, you have no right to have attitude and throw a princess fit. Ferry or not.
--New Yorkers are bold. I'm not talking liquid courage bold, I'm talking people (men in particular) frequently stop to say, "Miss, you are so beautiful." "Ma'am, you're hot." "Damn, you lookin' fine witchyo big brown eyes." In the morning on my way to work. On my lunch break. On my way home from work. On my way to dinner. Walking my dog. Waiting for the ferry. On the ferry. And in many of these places, I'm stuck. I can't very well jump off the ferry or out of a train in motion. So I play nice and put on my best southern accent and tell them how much I 'ppreciate the compliment. And then I act like I'm deaf. I act like I'm deaf until I'm blue in the face.... Or something like that.
--Actresses look hungry. And I don't mean starving, although half of them look that way too. Actresses want to act so desperately. You can pick them out of a crowd. No offense to my actress friends, I love you all dearly. But there is something about actresses in New York that have this crazy hungry look in their eye like they will do anything to make a name for themselves. Just like DJs will hand anyone a card who will listen to them introduce themselves. And certain public transportation users will risk their own hearing for the sake of looking cool or pretending they're not on public transportation. Moms look tired. Businessmen look empty. Musicians look like they are torn between doubt and hope.
And new yorkers as a whole, are lethal with umbrellas.
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That's all I've got for now. I hope you are smiling and telling the ones you love you love them. At the end of the day, sometimes a brat just needs a hug or a distant friend a phone call.
On the music front, I have been sick and have only within the past few days been feeling better. Apparently it happens to a lot of non-newyorkers who haven't been exposed to subway travel or come into contact with quite so many people before. That being said, my vocal cords are fine. I have a bit of lingering chest congestion, and coughing makes trying to sing an excruciating process. I want to sing and vocally I feel fine; but if I take too deep a breath I start coughing or simply can't get enough breath to move the air. I have my lesson with Mignon on Saturday after two weeks of not seeing her. I will ask her then what she recommends and hopefully I will not be prevented from using my lesson time well!
-=-
On the job front, I simply have no news. It is beyond me why in a city full of people concerned about their time, so much of mine has been wasted. I have gone on interviews and slogged through the ad sites trying to find a decent person who will give me work to no avail. My work at the computer maintenance company is great. I love the office and my boss, the girls I work with are smart and nice people. But they can only afford to give me so many hours. Lucky for me (though not for them), half the office has been dealing with a cold, the flu, and pinkeye so I have been able to jump in and help where I can. I am learning quickly but there is just no substitute for experience. Story of my life, right? But my boss is proud of me and the work I do. My computer skills are apparently greater than your average worker's so I do bring some knowledge to my position. But I still need another source of income. Several less than appealing opportunities have presented themselves lately, but there are some that I just can't bring myself to do. I guess I ended up with a moral compass after all.
-=-
On a somewhat related note, living within a certain budget has not always been easy for me. I have always managed to find a way to make ends meet, and still have Starbucks money to spare. This time, however, I am not so lucky. The real world is cold and unforgiving. Rent is an ever-looming obligation and I have never thought about the cost of food more in my life. Since rent itself is double my current income, I live on peanut butter and juice. I splurge on the occasional craving (and by splurge I mean spend more than five dollars on one sweet dessert or strawberries-- my personal weakness) but for the most part I have been good. But I am definitely learning how to be a starving artist.
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Now about the subways. It is extraordinary how much fun I have watching people on the subways. I am a total snoop! I just love to peep at people's iphones and blackberries, reading their facebook feeds, seeing what music they listen to, trying to write a mental dossier on their lives just by observing their manner and phone content. It is so much fun! Today, in fact, I caught a super macho man in his workout gear with a basketball in his sloppy, unzipped gym bag listening to Beyonce. Priceless. So, here are a few things I have observed and kept a list of in now particular order:
--There was a man who appeared to have a home, though I assumed not much of one. His clothes were mostly clean at least but out of fashion, unmatched, and extremely well-worn (strange for NYC). That being said, this man was wearing tennis shoes-- without socks. How do I know this? Because he took them off. His legs were ashier than Pompeii and his feet looked like they were home to more fungi than a mushroom farm. And then he scratched them. Not just once, maybe twice and put the shoe back on. No... I wish. He scratched and rubbed his bare feet for the better part of three stops on the express train, leaving a dirty pile of skin flakes on the floor and the most abominable odor to waft across the measly five feet of subway air, already atrocious in quality on its own, to where I was trapped. I had to change cars. Apparently, I wasn't the only one. We had a good awkward laugh.
--You will never experience wrath like that of New Yorkers waiting for a train that finally comes and blows right through the station without so much as a warning of arrival, followed by ten minutes of outrage while we waited for the next train.
--There is a guy who rides the 4 express in Manhattan, who in his phone, has someone saved as "Babymama." No lie. She had recently sent him a three paragraph long text and he replied with one word. Wonder what happened there....
--The subway at rush hour is ruthless. Especially in the evening because everyone is tired and mad at their boss (or so I assume). One lady, in a crowded subway car no less, was perturbed that my bag was touching her. So she turns around with all the New York attitude she could muster and says, "Miss, do you MIND?" Of course I mind. You're on a crowded subway. If you don't want to be touched or squashed by people you don't know, take a cab.
--If you don't speak English properly and that's why you don't understand the rules, you have no right to have attitude and throw a princess fit. Ferry or not.
--New Yorkers are bold. I'm not talking liquid courage bold, I'm talking people (men in particular) frequently stop to say, "Miss, you are so beautiful." "Ma'am, you're hot." "Damn, you lookin' fine witchyo big brown eyes." In the morning on my way to work. On my lunch break. On my way home from work. On my way to dinner. Walking my dog. Waiting for the ferry. On the ferry. And in many of these places, I'm stuck. I can't very well jump off the ferry or out of a train in motion. So I play nice and put on my best southern accent and tell them how much I 'ppreciate the compliment. And then I act like I'm deaf. I act like I'm deaf until I'm blue in the face.... Or something like that.
--Actresses look hungry. And I don't mean starving, although half of them look that way too. Actresses want to act so desperately. You can pick them out of a crowd. No offense to my actress friends, I love you all dearly. But there is something about actresses in New York that have this crazy hungry look in their eye like they will do anything to make a name for themselves. Just like DJs will hand anyone a card who will listen to them introduce themselves. And certain public transportation users will risk their own hearing for the sake of looking cool or pretending they're not on public transportation. Moms look tired. Businessmen look empty. Musicians look like they are torn between doubt and hope.
And new yorkers as a whole, are lethal with umbrellas.
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That's all I've got for now. I hope you are smiling and telling the ones you love you love them. At the end of the day, sometimes a brat just needs a hug or a distant friend a phone call.
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