I know that the application deadline has passed for the first NYC Civic Corps class, but do you know when/if a second class will begin; and when you will begin accepting applications? I recently left New York City in search of greener grass, but just can't stay away. I'd love to return and help the city when it needs me most. I can return any time ( Read more... )

Last Saturday night, I bounced up the front steps of my apartment building, after one last Saturday sojourn in the suburbs, with visions of change-of-address forms dancing in my mind (works wonders for remembering to do stuff like that), and popped open the mailbox. Couple pieces of government rigamarole for Mom, park membership postcards that've ( Read more... )

It's been awhile since I've blogged about work, so I'm gonna do that this week.

Last Wednesday, I worked a one-day conference for Lookit.com, a marketing company here in the City That No Longer Works. Pretty simple, straightforward stuff; putting together folders for attendees, handing out nametags, and all that good stuff. It was a fun gig, and ( Read more... )

 "Can you stop looking at my friend like you want to eat her crotch with your face?" the firebrand on the other side of the Albany-Troy bus demanded of a panhandler sitting in the seat just ahead of me. (this was about five minutes after a stringy-haired blonde had rebuked the same friend, a drugged-out looking girl, for falling asleep on the bus)
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 Me: I'd like to be a temp. Manager: Got your resume? *I hand over the resume, and she glances over it* Manager: This was your last job? Me: Yep. Manager: Why'd you leave? Me: It was a temp position, and it ended. Manager: Okay. How much did you make? Me: Twelve an hour. Manager: How much you looking for? Me: Twelve to fourteen an hour. Manager ( Read more... )

Beats me. Doctor Pepper, maybe Doctor Thunder?

I arrived in Burlington at 12:23 Monday morning, chugging into the Essex Junction station an amazing three hours and forty minutes late. Rebecca, the awesome best friend, non-biological sister, and real trooper she is, waited at the station about 2 1/2 hours (I called a little before 8:45, when we were in Claremont, NH, and again at 9:45 - an hour ( Read more... )

One of my first crushes was a girl from Yonkers. We met online when I was in the 11th grade and she was in the 10th grade. Blonde, softspoken, kind of petite, good sense of humor - that was Liz. We hung out here and there, in Yonkers' open-air flea market, and at the real mall in White Plains, up until my last semester of high school. Liz and I  ( Read more... )

 The thief alarm starts shrieking as I walked out of Barnes and Noble, and I slowed down, lowered my phone and turned around to see an angry-looking bookseller standing near the exit. "Should I come back?" I asked. "Yes you should," she replied. Guilty before being proven innocent. "The alarm went off, and I need to see what's in your bag." The ( Read more... )