So as you folks may (or may not, depending on whether you got the group text from my phone) know, I've been working for about two moonths now. It's a temp agency in the grease-trap of New York: Time Square. Times Square sucks. It's the absolute shittiest part of New York to be in and that's saying something. Of course, the tourists love it here, but when you left a filthy city with teeming masses in the streets at all hours of the day and night, you'd be right at home here.
The up-side is the short commute. The train station is right on my block, and then right around the corner from my job. So I don't have to worry about those five degree, "Oh-my-God-where-the-hell-is-this-bus?" days. The down-side to the up-sde is that the commute, although brief, has the potential to ruin any good day.
Today was entirely too good a day to be ruined. I was late thanks to the Boyfriend, which wasnt entirely a bad thing due to the smile he sent to work with. I caught myself falling asleep at the desk, which set off a chain of events afterwards; going to the bathroom, getting a cold drink from the cooler, etc. i could only imagine if I had crashed forehead first into the keyboard.
(Update: Pleasure Principle is almost complete. I am very proud of it, and I hope you wil enjoy it as well. When I am approved to divulge the juicy details, I will do so. Also, look out for the tour. Seriously. I'm really doing it this time.)
I will or will not be continuing this post after lunch depneding on how the mood strikes me. I have to cover the receptionists lunch break, so its and hour (and however else long its gonna take her to get back) of "Thanks for calling Essex, please hold."
Hold my hair while I puke.
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