As the faint smell of paint looms in the background– my hopes are extremely high that this might mean we’re nearing the end of the post-deluvian saga (although I’m not going to hold my breath…)
My day: Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. No more snooze option. Digging my dresser out long enough to get clean undergarments and deciding to wear the jeans at the top of the not-so-buried laundry basket. Painter. Subway squeeze. Office. Fingerprinting new clerks. Office drama. Cab to 185th street with co-worker. Meeting with co-worker to explain why she shouldn’t try to shake the Rabbi’s hand at Yeshiva. Meeting with Yeshiva Rabbi. Dominican Bakery. Co-worker wants to try weird beef pocket. Weird beef pocket purchase. Subway. Weird beef pocket consumption. Desire to go back and buy 8 more beef pockets. More subway. Office. Office drama. Training two new Census-‘ites’. Have amazing training session. Get hit on by cute farmers market cashier. Get teased by trainee. Return the favor when guy with bad teeth hits on her later. Run out of materials. Office. Office drama. Leaving office ASAP. Starbucks. Bank. Free Godiva. Applebees Madlibs. Ragtime. Chills. Smiles. Tears. Applause. Cab. Blog. Clementines. Blog. Sleep.
Jenny J Bean