New York, New York

New York’s always held a certain fascination for me. I can’t pinpoint anything in particular that started it for me. Just the bits and pieces you pick up I guess, movies, TV, photos, and of course my favourite books ever (Jessica Darling/Sloppy Firsts series). I can say that SATC is not one of those reasons. So many people cite it as a major reason for first wanting to go there. Although I do enjoy the show the city as depicted in it was never something I took much notice of, oddly enough.

I no longer want to go there to live, but I definitely want to visit. Lately I’ve been reading lots of NYC blogs (Gen Y NY, Becoming a New Yorker, Escape Brooklyn etc) and live vicariously through them. But you could say I’ve had a reality check recently. Given that we struggle making it here in Auckland (although lately we have spent virtually nothing on the weekends, go us! We used to spend up to $60 eating out over the two days – and not even at fancy restaurants, more like a mix of food court, takeaway, Burger King and milkshakes) I’m sure NYC would suck me in and spit me out. I’m extra worried right now given our employment situations. We’ve just signed our next lease, but apparently it’s not too hard to get out of FTTs for extreme circumstances (ie job losses), so..

FUMING

I’m super uber pissed off.

The boy came home last night with a gash in his scalp after someone bottled him in the head at a party.

I hate people who consistently overdrink, throw up all over the place and make a fool of themselves. I also hate dumbasses who try to pick fights for no reason (especially to people bigger than they are! actually, no, they can defend themselves, I’m just too angry to think straight).

FUCKING WANKERS.

Grow the fuck up.

It really annoys me that he goes to parties with the most bogan of bogans and hasn’t had anything like this happen in years. This was meant to be a party full of people from school, of all things, and he gets his head bashed in there.

To top it all off, his sunglassea and jacket also disappeared. I’m especially angry about the jacket, as he only has two. This one, with a hood and lining and checkered outside, and a brown hoodie with fleece inner. That’s it. Each serves their own distinct purpose. He doesn’t have a lot of clothing, seeing as he’s a rather large bloke so items that he likes and that fit him are hard to come by. And clothes are expensive.

Not happy at all.

I was at a big company meeting the other day…a long, drawn out one. Sure there were interesting bits (learned quite a bit about how it works, structure etc) but mainly it was dull as fuck.

Then we had q and as. Now it never ceases to amaze me how seasoned professionals can answer a one sentence question with a ten minute speech. They sort of go around the question and deal with related issues and context, before (usually) getting round to answering the crux of the question

I assume it’s like learning to hold interviews and answering media questions. You know how they never just give simple answers, they always elaborate with examples, anecdotes, etc, and avoid direct questions they don’t like by going ever so slightly off topic yet still keeping in the general gist.