Apparently, NYC school kids are on vacation this week. Happy birthday to me!
I am convinced that you see the craziest shit on the NYC subways on Saturdays.
Shopping for groceries in NYC is kind of a pain in the ass. Stores are tiny, aisles are tight, and prices are high. If you are looking to buy a weeks worth of groceries in person, it’s generally going to be a painful effort.
When you are coming in or out of a building and there are two adjacent doors, do you use the one to your right or to your left?
The MTA is now using their announcement system to remind people to wash their hands and get their flu shots as it’s a terrible flu season. Although I do appreciate the reminder, I find the MTA asking its passengers to wash their hands, is frankly, hilarious.
I am riding a two train right now and it’s filthy. Something spilled on the floor and it was attempted to be moped up at some point. There are chalky streaks all over the floor, making the floor gritty under my shoes. The whole train smells faintly of feces as it normally does this time of year and we all just sit here and put up with it.
So, yes, MTA. I will wash my hands once I arrive at my destination because your trains are nasty. But let me assure you, it’s not because of the flu.
The MTA 44 select bus service runs through my neighborhood and I take it to Williamsburg to get my hair cut.
When I started doing hot yoga last September, I thought I’d get bored of doing the same poses for 90-minutes, three times a week.
The office building I work out of has a large footprint but it only has six floors. Because of this, and the crappy elevator situation, we get to know our vertical neighbors quite well.
In the morning, there is normally a line of 10-20 people waiting to use the elevators. We represent a wide range of people. From the smelly and unkempt to precision like fashionistas. Straight out of college to longtime VP’s.
Today it got up to 52 degrees in NYC.
For the first time in weeks it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I actually desired to get out and do something instead of hiding in my apartment. I opened the windows, put the screens in, and relished the warm breeze. Even the cats seemed happy to get some fresh air.
I know it won’t last long but it was nice to have a reminder that this winter shit won’t last forever. Well at least, not as far as we know.
I sing in a community choir in Brooklyn. Over the past 4 years, the membership cost of the choir has doubled and the school we are associated with has shortened the number of our performances. This fall we went 3 weeks with inadequate light in our rehearsal room before they changed the lightbulbs and the staff was annoyed that we even asked to have the bulbs changed.
We always have a winter concert in January or February, and that means having rehearsal on MLK Day, an observed holiday in NYC. We also have a summer concert that happens right after Memorial Day and we have to rehearse on Memorial Day.