I am...a New Yorker

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Sunday, November 24, 2002
Belle of the Ball

Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secrets with a coworker.

A chili cheesburger from EJ's. My monthly bill must be coming, because I was all salads and chicken until yesterday.

A coworker trying to convince me I have Pre-Menstrual Dysmorphic Disorder. I think it's a scam to force happy pills on women and medicalize normal changes in our bodies.

I don't consider it's affecting my social life to spend a few days to myself, to use my energy solely on me. And heaven forfend we feel an emotion!

A Paul McCartney/Yellow Submarine outlet cover for my mom's Beatle room. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

Ralph Wiggum:
"My cat's breathe smells like cat food."
"Good morning, Lisa. Good morning, SuperNintendo Chalmers."

I am...amazed at the 180 degree turnaround in my social life, owing largely to the new job. Everywhere I turn, there is another smart, kind, funny person and by golly, they all want to have lunch with me. It is more than I needed or even hoped for, and it just makes a remarkable difference.

Granted, now I have the opposite problem from before -- not having much time to myself. I'm not complaining of course, it's a golden problem I'll take anytime. I figure I'm going to enjoy it for now, since I will be busy as hell in January, when I start taking courses. I deferred my admission to NYU to the Spring semester, while I await responses from CUNY (Hunter and Baruch) and Columbia. Obviously, Columbia is the dream, but I could always apply again for grad school.

My job's not all a bed of roses. There are stressful moments, but they are moments, not a constant state of affairs, 12 hours a day, 6 days a week. Why, there are even a few people I don't particularly care for. For the most part, they are easily avoidable. One I must work with a lot is mildly irritating, but relatively speaking -- it's a cakewalk.

I realized one morning last week that I wasn't waking up with a migraine and that I no longer had the constant sensation of pressure on my chest. For a long time, since working at Non-Prophet, I felt barely able to breath. When the thought occured to me, I was just thankful. For a while there, I was genuinely afraid I was going to die. If nothing else, I was sick, tired and spent at all times.

. . .

Last Tuesday, we went to camp! The company took us to one of its camps upstate. We were required to wear jeans, I just thought that was funny. I wore a Grumpy sweatshirt, which amused my boss to no end. He's a twisted, little rabbi.

There were group activities, a ton of food, silly awards and skits. Naturally, I chose arts and crafts for my activity and tile painting when the arts and crafts class was divided into 3 sections. I figured it would put me one Christmas present ahead of schedule. I made a Yellow Submarine tile for me mum.

Some of the activities were a bit hokey, as group activities tend to be, but for the most part it was fun. The camp was wonderful. I am curious about summer camps, as all I know about them came from bad, '80s teen coming-of-age flicks. It seems a much more common thing on the East Coast.

My only complaint is that our time was scheduled completely, as we were there only during the day and the bus ride was 2 hours roundtrip. Given the time, I would have enjoyed a walk around the grounds, particularly around the lake.

I guess many people were not interested in being outside, even going from building to building, because of the rain. Always the contrarian, I especially enjoy being outside when it's rainy.

On the bus ride home, we compared arts and crafts projects and talked about the Simpsons. A bunch of Simpsons freaks, how fitting.

Originally written November 17.

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