Russian Vodka Night! Left to right: Tun, Sophie, Sarah, Div and me
It’s never the brightest move to pause a blog for two weeks while exploring life in a new city because so much can happen in such a short amount of time. And indeed, so much has happened in such a short amount of time!
I really should be sleeping right now because I have to get up for work in three and a half hours, but that in itself is something that deserves a blog post of its own. Since I’ve been surviving on an average of five or six hours of sleep every night in New York and I really need to get as much sleep as I can on weekdays, I’m going to have to give you a really quick rundown of what I’ve been up to.
First, I have a job. What? Yep. I have a job. On Day 10 in New York I received a phone call with a full-time job offer at the end of it as a Sales Coordinator for a large company near Times Square that sells media advertisements. I started last Monday.
Trying to move the big black box in the village with Terri
And second, I have awesome New York friends. I don’t know how I got so lucky! My social calendar has never been quite as full as it’s been here in this metropolitan hub, and the coolest part is that almost everyone is from somewhere else. Under the long list of countries covered (and this is just for the people that I’ve hung out with three or more times), we’ve got India, Bangladesh, Burma, France, Germany, Ireland, Guatemala, Ukraine, Italy, and Australia. Most of the time, we meet for dinners, all-day brunches or drinks. Other times, we drive up to Connecticut to get beat up by a tiny hill while snowtubing and take home black and blue souvenirs that seem to last forever, or have a super late Russian vodka night in Brighton Beach. I could write entire books about the fascinating lives every one of these friends has lived, but I would much rather go out with them and listen to more of their stories.
Instead of backtracking and publishing entire posts about specific events, I’m going to pull out a lazy calendar and list whatever I can recall off the top of my head and you can pretend you’re snooping through my agenda. By the way, I’m using a paper agenda again because my Vancouver mobile committed suicide last week.
Schmexy Pat at Dylan’s Candy Bar
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