January 22, 2005
ohhh shit that's a lot of snow
Expect a post on the Great Blizzard of 2005 sometime in the next 24 hours.
Why, oh why, could this not have happened on a Tuesday? I easily could have turned this into at least two days off of work.
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January 14, 2005
drrrrrrty
I'm on a conference call with a bunch of French people. It's boring as hell. Thankfully, I don't have to talk, I just get to sit here with my cellphone on mute with the earpiece in. I'm at home because my Mom flew in last night for the long MLK day weekend and I promised her I'd take today off. Unfortunately, this morning I've had to dial-in to two separate conference calls (this being no. 2). I've been stuck in the other room for an hour and a half now on this second call. I'm not really paying attention. I think she's watching Little House on the Prairie in the other room.
Last night at around 7:30 I was walking up the steps out of the subway on my way home from work and I couldn't figure out whether the foul musty smell that hit me in the face as I neared the top was emanating from the over-dressed businessman in front of me (he was wearing a suit and an overcoat and it was humid and 60. yes, in January) or just from the street. I'm not sure what this means, other than that, if I even have to wonder, New York is a consistently dirty place.
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November 21, 2004
my car was "relocated"
I went to move my car today because I saw some spots near my apartment. C. had to work, so I set out alone to the spot where C. said she parked it, only it wasn't there. I then got very angry and stomped around the neighborhood looking for it and called her and yelled at her for not remembering correctly exactly where she parked it. Then I figured it got towed, because that would be my luck, having to pay $3k to get a $2k car out of impound.
I desparately hoped it was just stolen, which, although somewhat of a hassle having to file police reports and what not, at least meant it would be out of my hands, stripped somewhere in queens (my poor baby!)
C. called 311. The NYPD had "relocated" my car.
"Why?"
"Dunno" said the NYPD woman.
Now, I don't know about you, but when I hear "relocate" I think about what the Nazis did to the Jews.
My car had been "relocated" to Prospect between Jay and Bridge, marginally in DUMBO. It appears from mapquest to be located directly under the BQE (an expressway).
I am waiting for C. to get back from work so she can share in the joy of trying to find my "relocated" car in a neighborhood I know nothing about under the expressway.
Serial killers, homeless people, crackpipes, hyopdermic needs and my car. Fun.
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