would you please do whatever prayer you do for me and this job thing?
It's cool that the Sean Paul ballad "Never Gonna Be the Same" makes me a little wistful, yeah?
I'm in New York for, like, the fifth time this summer. Or, I suppose summer is over now. I'm here on the job hustle, in international nonprofits, cultural exchange programs and publishing (in that order). In between the hours of computer staring, casting spells on my phone to get it to ring, the accompanying bleeps of despair, and the occasional interview, I have been having great fun doing things including:
going to fashion retail trade shows with Naoko in from Kalamazoo;
bringing a six-person entourage, including one Japanese tourist, with me to two parties;
staying in New Jersey with the incredibly delightful, short, Colombian family of a friend;
finally meeting an LJ friend of six years (!!) and really liking her and her pals;
chillin' at a Middle Eastern cafe in Williamsburg, sipping a soda and watching Arabic pop videos;
finishing dinner and wine with my "host family" and giggling with the father about Mexican witches who live to be 150;
working an incredibly easy temp job and making a generous amount of money;
having a middle-aged Mexican newspaper seller man with whom I was chillin' at Port Authority give me the job tip "craigslist.com" written on a sheet of Hello Kitty notepaper;
getting hit on by a white elementary school special ed teacher with a Russian accent, who wore a Sean John shirt and a huge gold Fubu pendant;
being pleased and bewildered by how many friends/acquaintances I have here, and how well I'm learning my way around despite not living here;
getting lovely new clothes from Zara;
getting handed a young modeling agent's card then seeing that his email address is "pimpzone1981@...";
walking to "Dunks" at night with Pablo, in from L.A.;
sipping a half-Diet Coke, half Dr. Pepper at a Burger King in New Jersey, writing in my journal.
Snuggles bazef!
I'm in New York for, like, the fifth time this summer. Or, I suppose summer is over now. I'm here on the job hustle, in international nonprofits, cultural exchange programs and publishing (in that order). In between the hours of computer staring, casting spells on my phone to get it to ring, the accompanying bleeps of despair, and the occasional interview, I have been having great fun doing things including:
going to fashion retail trade shows with Naoko in from Kalamazoo;
bringing a six-person entourage, including one Japanese tourist, with me to two parties;
staying in New Jersey with the incredibly delightful, short, Colombian family of a friend;
finally meeting an LJ friend of six years (!!) and really liking her and her pals;
chillin' at a Middle Eastern cafe in Williamsburg, sipping a soda and watching Arabic pop videos;
finishing dinner and wine with my "host family" and giggling with the father about Mexican witches who live to be 150;
working an incredibly easy temp job and making a generous amount of money;
having a middle-aged Mexican newspaper seller man with whom I was chillin' at Port Authority give me the job tip "craigslist.com" written on a sheet of Hello Kitty notepaper;
getting hit on by a white elementary school special ed teacher with a Russian accent, who wore a Sean John shirt and a huge gold Fubu pendant;
being pleased and bewildered by how many friends/acquaintances I have here, and how well I'm learning my way around despite not living here;
getting lovely new clothes from Zara;
getting handed a young modeling agent's card then seeing that his email address is "pimpzone1981@...";
walking to "Dunks" at night with Pablo, in from L.A.;
sipping a half-Diet Coke, half Dr. Pepper at a Burger King in New Jersey, writing in my journal.
Snuggles bazef!