planner woes and drinkin'
First, people who work in the city (or even people who don't) - what's a good place to have drinks after work with a bunch of people? It has to be kinda train accessible and not full of obnoxious stockbrokers. I want to have drinks with whoever can after work on Friday - BECAUSE I CAN! - but have historically been in remotest Queens during happy hour time.
Second, I had to leave my 2008 planner behind when I quit and need a new one, preferably one that's not klunky and ugly. I've been on a quest for a few days and can't find a single one! What's going on? The Strand is all out. Feeling hope that corporate badness could meet my needs, I went into the Union Square B&N while killing time before seeing Persepolis yesterday and asked if they had any planners, and they said no. I declared that that was crazy, and the information desk person looked all haughty and said, "Well, you shouldn't have procrastinated, then!"
I didn't plead my case, as that's a very silly reason to start an argument. But I ask you, what is a person expected to do if her planner is destroyed in a fire, or her cat pees on it, or she loses it, or she accidentally throws it in the river while trying to take out her aggressions on anti-feminist propaganda, and it's not early January? What then? Hmm?
(Please keep in mind that I've been giggling to myself as I write this, and I'm not actually all that up in arms about the lack of time management resources available in NYC.)
(Also, I'm not writing about leaving my job yet because it isn't real enough to write about yet.)
Second, I had to leave my 2008 planner behind when I quit and need a new one, preferably one that's not klunky and ugly. I've been on a quest for a few days and can't find a single one! What's going on? The Strand is all out. Feeling hope that corporate badness could meet my needs, I went into the Union Square B&N while killing time before seeing Persepolis yesterday and asked if they had any planners, and they said no. I declared that that was crazy, and the information desk person looked all haughty and said, "Well, you shouldn't have procrastinated, then!"
I didn't plead my case, as that's a very silly reason to start an argument. But I ask you, what is a person expected to do if her planner is destroyed in a fire, or her cat pees on it, or she loses it, or she accidentally throws it in the river while trying to take out her aggressions on anti-feminist propaganda, and it's not early January? What then? Hmm?
(Please keep in mind that I've been giggling to myself as I write this, and I'm not actually all that up in arms about the lack of time management resources available in NYC.)
(Also, I'm not writing about leaving my job yet because it isn't real enough to write about yet.)