I finally realized yesterday that not only do I love Manhattan, but that it also loves me back. Today, I found out that it's that special, sarcastic kind of love. I spent most of the weekend swimming around boxes and, didn't take the time to appreciate the city while the sun was out - truly a glorious, gleaming sight. And today, when I had to walk a total of 16 blocks and would have loved nothing more than to appreciate said glory, it rained. Rain in New York is a strange affair. It comes down slow and fast, hard and soft, all at the same time. Apparently it comes down in this weird way with more volume in the East Village, where I work, that on the Upper East Side, where I live. So I left for work in a short woolen skirt and an old chambray shirt, looking very Jenna Lyon-sy (just in case I meet the fashion goddess!) but not at all buckets-of-rain-falling-on-my-head-y. Lovely. Lovely, wet shivers, and graceful sneezes, the entire day.
My first day was an assortment of emotion. Working at our corporate office is a huge privilege, and I don't actually believe that I work there yet. On the other hand, my starting position is extremely tedious. Filing tons of customs paperwork, and not cool paperwork (when I first heard customs the international politics nerd in me pole-vaulted out of excitement), I'm just sorting them out by number. But it's still a corporate job! Because of the rotational aspect of my position, I may not be doing this for very long.
It is amazing to work 12 floors up in the East Village. The Village takes New York's signature juxtaposition of the über quaint and the über sleek to new heights, and it's a splendid sight to look down on, even in the pouring rain. As long as you're under a roof. I highly recommend a roof for rainy people watching. And I will take pictures looking down.
I do absolutely love working at 770 (the in-house term for our corporate office, because it's located at 770 Broadway), and I'm so excited about my future here. God was more gracious than I thought possible (as per usual) in providing a job that not only pays the bills, but has unlimited potential, and in my field of choice. And a place that brews Starbucks coffee. Oh yes!
Success story of the day: I finally figured out my subway ride! I can take the 6 local train all the way to Astor Place (my stop for work), or I can get on the 4 or 5 express train and switch to the 6 train at Union Square, which takes 10 minutes less. Zack, unfortunately, took my advice. He's been taking the R train to his bar prep classes, and yesterday I noticed that the F train would get him one street closer and had 2 fewer stops. But neither of us knew that the F train has fewer actual trains, and they run farther apart. He was a little late today, but I suppose the positive is that we know for the future...
I came home today, and I rang the doorbell for Zack because I was lazy and wet and didn't want to dig my key out of my purse. He came to the door dressed to the nines, saying he was taking me out to dinner to celebrate my first day. Audible awwwww! If you've ever watched How I Met Your Mother, then you are familiar with Maclaren's. Irish Pubs are on every block in New York, and our block is no exception, thanks to Baker Street Pub. It's delicious and cheap, and the thick Irish accents of the staff only add to the flavor. Baker Street's mahogany panels look almost identical to MacLaren's, and the guy behind the bar looks just like Carl. We just need to find Barney, a juke box, and a mustache doppelgänger for Zack. But this New York adventure is all our own.
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