12.23.2005
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i got called into a meeting by my manager at 3. she wanted to gather the team and say a few words with the holidays coming up. she began by thanking us all for making it to work in spite of the transit strike. awkward "you're welcome's" were muttered in return. then she announced that a coworker had been promoted to fill the vacant supervisor position. the promotion was so well deserved that we all clapped and yipped it up a bit (and only a bit, of course). she followed by telling us what we all knew before she did - another one of us was leaving. the unusually high turnover rate was unfortunate, she said, but she felt that we would be able to pull through it with hard work and maybe a couple more bodies. i looked her straight in the eye and nodded my resolve to be part of such a glorious rise from the ashes.
at 4:30 i left my desk and took the elevator to the lobby. my building has a 13th floor (it's mine) but no 14th floor. that makes no sense to me. as i exited the building, i expected to see an aig shuttle idling at the curb. i didn't. the line waiting for a shuttle? that i did see and got on its end. 5 minutes later i zippered my coat. 2 minutes later, i buttoned it. 10 minutes after that, i grabbed my hat from my bag and on it went. a shuttle arrived at 5 and i took my seat towards the back as always.
a 45ish man eventually sat next to me and took forever between choosing the seat and actually sitting in it. i hate that. i retrieved my ipod and decided that i should listen to the first strokes cd. new york seemed all around me and the strokes almost = new york and it's cheesy but it felt like something so whatever.
i could feel myself fading by song 5 and by song 9 i was out. a number of minutes later i woke up with silent headphones in my ears and discovered that mr. 45ish reads graphic novels. some weird kinda batman shit. thought of marto.
the bus turned left onto 8th avenue 5 minutes before 6 and we saw that we were at 17th street. the congestion was unbelieveable. not knowing how long it would take for us to reach the drop spot, a number of us left the bus while we were in traffic (isn't that illegal) at 21st street. walking the rest of the way to penn station was amazing. being by myself in that area of new york city at night during the holidays felt really good for some reason.
i got called into a meeting by my manager at 3. she wanted to gather the team and say a few words with the holidays coming up. she began by thanking us all for making it to work in spite of the transit strike. awkward "you're welcome's" were muttered in return. then she announced that a coworker had been promoted to fill the vacant supervisor position. the promotion was so well deserved that we all clapped and yipped it up a bit (and only a bit, of course). she followed by telling us what we all knew before she did - another one of us was leaving. the unusually high turnover rate was unfortunate, she said, but she felt that we would be able to pull through it with hard work and maybe a couple more bodies. i looked her straight in the eye and nodded my resolve to be part of such a glorious rise from the ashes.
at 4:30 i left my desk and took the elevator to the lobby. my building has a 13th floor (it's mine) but no 14th floor. that makes no sense to me. as i exited the building, i expected to see an aig shuttle idling at the curb. i didn't. the line waiting for a shuttle? that i did see and got on its end. 5 minutes later i zippered my coat. 2 minutes later, i buttoned it. 10 minutes after that, i grabbed my hat from my bag and on it went. a shuttle arrived at 5 and i took my seat towards the back as always.
a 45ish man eventually sat next to me and took forever between choosing the seat and actually sitting in it. i hate that. i retrieved my ipod and decided that i should listen to the first strokes cd. new york seemed all around me and the strokes almost = new york and it's cheesy but it felt like something so whatever.
i could feel myself fading by song 5 and by song 9 i was out. a number of minutes later i woke up with silent headphones in my ears and discovered that mr. 45ish reads graphic novels. some weird kinda batman shit. thought of marto.
the bus turned left onto 8th avenue 5 minutes before 6 and we saw that we were at 17th street. the congestion was unbelieveable. not knowing how long it would take for us to reach the drop spot, a number of us left the bus while we were in traffic (isn't that illegal) at 21st street. walking the rest of the way to penn station was amazing. being by myself in that area of new york city at night during the holidays felt really good for some reason.
