Tuesday May 16, 2006

I woke up and thought it was early morning. But the 11:45AM alarm clock does not lie. Damn. So much to do, but first so much sleeping to catch up on....A few minutes later my mind talked my body out of sleeping. I really got alotta of crap to do. I halfheartedly did a speedy 20 minute session of makeshift Bikram Yoga (if done correctly would take 90 minutes...but I digress) and threw some clothes on. I realized that I did not pack any Winter clothing...I am a California baby and I assumed that Mid-May would be summer. Yeah, I assumed wrong. I briefly wondered what other assumptions NYC would gleefully challenge me on and then quickly pushed those thoughts out of my head. I'm gonna figure this out one day at a time. First things first, I need to change my phone number. I was told that NYC hiring companies do not call out-of-stater's. Whether this is true or not, I did not care. NYC is my new home so a California area code does me no good. The woman behind the phone counter was more interested in flirting with the hot dreadlocked man to my left than helping me. Shoot, I was more interested in flirting with the hot dreadlocked man to my left than helping me too! But again, I digress. Got my new NYC! number, walked around, took some pictures, stopped by a pizza place. The kids inside--the mini New Yorkers--talked about God, sex, food, and friends. Anybody who thinks kids don't have anything interesting to say is not really listening. Or properly eavesdropping as I was doing. I met my roommate later on in the day, she walked in on the phone crying and upset. Apparently being a NYC teacher is a wee bit hard. She told me that she loves being a teacher but the bureaucracy of the NYC public school system is unbearable. Da-ang. One of my employment options was teaching come Fall. I taught in California and loved it. I love the kids here too. Maybe mini adults is more appropriate. But I will worry about my job options tomorrow. I also got a call from a friend today. She told me to set up a PayPal account so she can send me money. I said no, but I wonder how did I get so lucky to have such great friends?--and if they are so great, why did I leave them?