Upon further reflection, I must apologize regarding the last post. It should not be considered an adequate reflection upon the City, either living in or near it, or about working here.
I am tired. I am cranky. I am not feeling well. I am SO hormonal I literally could cry. I hate February in general. I'm just being my usual whiney self.
If I'd get up off my butt, go around the cube wall and invade my boss's space to look out the window, THIS is what I see.
Now, being that close to that view can't make it all bad. Right? Even if they are other Big Grey Boxes under construction.
So mooshymama, I'll pass on the food processor, but I'll take you up on baking lessons, give you room to bunk out on my floor, and set you loose in the Big Apple (oh, and a bonus? Moroni's right across the street).
Plus, you never know who you'll run into on the street ... maybe Jill? Maybe David Hyde Pierce? Maybe Isabella Rosselini or Peter Gallagher? Or, much to my friend Jenn's delight, "Todd" from One Life to Live in the Big J's other cafeteria, Balduccis?Just ignore my ranting ... Come and visit the City.
I *heart* New York.
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That's much better. I think everyone needs a dose of NYC as a tourist once in awhile. I know that I love the way I can run out at 10:30 p.m. to Whole Foods without having to get in the car. In the 'burbs, who wants to get in the car after it's dark?
I heart New York too. Admittedly, though, I've never lived there. And I would love to but there's a slim to none chance on that ever actually happening. But, come on. Invite me to bunk on your floor. I can bake cinnamon rolls with the best of them.
@Anonymous -- but you are anonymous.
Silly.
If this is Mom, your cinnamon rolls haven't been seen since a time long long ago. I vaguely barely remember them. Bring me a slew and we'll negotiate the bed vs. floor bunking and amount of nights.
just realized it's been 5 years this August since I've been an NYC tourist......oh my.
and you haven't been to Maine in quite some time Auntie!
I just thought of a BAD thing about living in NYC. You don't get snow days. Everything is ALWAYS open. And, with mass transit, you can always get where you want to go.
I ran into a NASCAR driver last week. WOOT.
Floor invitation accepted.
But not until Summer. I too loathe February.
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