Tom and I have now lived together for a little over two months (Saturday, June 13th was the first official day we lived in the new apartment) and contrary to what friends see (or how I paint the picture), we are both quite “domestic” in our own ways. Continue reading “How To Make a Money Tree Work For You”
It sucks to get fired. It sucks even more when you didn’t like the job.
“It’s like getting dumped by a guy you didn’t even like,” my friend said.
“It’s exactly like that,” I said, “Except I’ve never even been dumped.” Continue reading “I Should Have Fired Myself – But the Bastards Beat Me To It”
Hey guys, the blog is back! And better-looking.
At least I think so. Continue reading “Very Highbrow Gets a (Free, Low-Maintenance) Blog Make-Over”
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| Except I would probably call, because they don’t have a website. |
Tom was right. Moving sucked. But Chinese Mover made it suck a lot less because we could move to our new apartment without going broke. At the end of it all, I thought I would write a review for them on Yelp, but I was like, “No, it can be so much more heartfelt than that.” Continue reading “Chinese Mover Is THE BEST Affordable Moving Company in NYC”
This is Part 2. Read Part 1 Here.
Last to come in was the COO, with a J not an ‘H’. He seemed vaguely foreign with dark, slicked back hair and an angular face balanced atop a long, bony neck. He wore a crisp white collared shirt which seemed to be sewn into the slim, fitted suit jacket and jeans. I imagined (I didn’t want to look him from head to toe) on his feet were polished tan Ferragamos. “So Betty,” he said, and at first I detected an accent until he spoke for a few minutes more and I realized he had no accent at all.
Continue reading “How to Ace the Interview, Part 2: Tell (Some of) the Truth”
This was a time of life, she understood, in which you might not know what you were, but that was all right. You judged people not on their success – almost no one they knew was successful at age twenty-two, and no one had a nice apartment, owned anything of value, dressed in expensive clothes, or had any interest in making money – but on their appeal.
Over email, the HR coordinator asked me to set aside an hour and a half to meet with “the team.” Continue reading “How to Ace the Interview, Part 1: Put in the Time”
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| 134-136 80th St. btw. Amsterdam and Columbus, circa 1911 |
At dusk on Memorial Day, Tom and I walked through Riverside Park to the waterfront and looked at all the boats and buildings. We took note of tall shiny buildings and the new(ish) constructions stretching from 80th St. down to the tetrahedron-in-progress that reminds me of the Luxor hotel in Las Vegas.
Tom pointed to the West Side Highway, “I’d really like to see them get rid of that.” Continue reading “Old NYC: New York’s Past via Eighty Thousand Photos”
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| Not me. |
If I was going to walk, I would have done so this past week. But I didn’t, because I’m not done with my thesis and graduations are about being done. Continue reading “The Sunday Seven: Not Quite an MFA Graduate”
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| Usually, I was looking out the window. |
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| Tom on a stoop in the Slope. |
Two weeks ago, Tom and I went to see an apartment in Park Slope. We had already seen close to thirty and Tom’s apartment theory states that the more you see the closer you’ll come to finding what you want (and not be afraid that you’ve settled – so yes, a lot like dating*). We had gotten used to saying to friends, “We’re only looking in Chelsea and Park Slope,” which gave off an unintended whiff of snobbery, but in practice, we were mostly looking in Park Slope since our budget, the same in either neighborhood, afforded us more space there. Continue reading “Saying ‘No’ to Park Slope”
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