Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Nice new look, e-opal.
Congrats, Carolyn! I wish I had never left Europe, myself. And LOVING the new format, by the way. How very back-to-school.
email post: carolyn's news
Congrats! See Care's PSA:
Chers amis,
From now on, you can call me Madame la Directrice...and employed!
After leading me on for two months, unofficially telling me that they selected someone else and then called me a day later to ask if I was still interested, after three interviews (and a quasi-fourth on Wednesday) and weeks of frustration, I got the NYU at AUP job!!!
So now I'll be the only person on-site coordinating a new and somewhat misplaced NYU study abroad program at The American University of Paris. Although I'm semi-nervous about the responsibility, getting back on payroll will be so nice (and the fact that it is American-style salary makes it even better!) I can't express how relieved I am to know where I'll be in a month - the wait was pretty agonizing.
Now the online job searches have been replaced with apartment searches...i'm currently living with my honey but this is purely permanent...and securing an apartment just might compete with finding a job in difficulty.
I know the news is bittersweet, but at least I'll be escorted to New York on business every once in awhile!
Send some news about the Poconos! What did I miss?
xoxo
care
Chers amis,
From now on, you can call me Madame la Directrice...and employed!
After leading me on for two months, unofficially telling me that they selected someone else and then called me a day later to ask if I was still interested, after three interviews (and a quasi-fourth on Wednesday) and weeks of frustration, I got the NYU at AUP job!!!
So now I'll be the only person on-site coordinating a new and somewhat misplaced NYU study abroad program at The American University of Paris. Although I'm semi-nervous about the responsibility, getting back on payroll will be so nice (and the fact that it is American-style salary makes it even better!) I can't express how relieved I am to know where I'll be in a month - the wait was pretty agonizing.
Now the online job searches have been replaced with apartment searches...i'm currently living with my honey but this is purely permanent...and securing an apartment just might compete with finding a job in difficulty.
I know the news is bittersweet, but at least I'll be escorted to New York on business every once in awhile!
Send some news about the Poconos! What did I miss?
xoxo
care
Monday, August 28, 2006
You're right, Tara...
Everyone sort of forgot about the blog. Or we all got busy. Something like that. So here goes: Erica's megapost, the summer round-up, if you will.
This summer just flew by-- I'm not really sure what happened. It was just May, and now it's August 28th. Woah. Shit. So I spent the summer working as a "reporter" at the New York Resident, this weekly free street-corner magazine. It was a good chance to write clips, and I published a ton of stories. My editor was a lamo idiot, though, so I was ready to go. The highlight of that internship, I think, was the day I rode up in the elevator with Ashley Olson. She was hot.
WHile my MWF's were taken up at the Resident, I spent the other 4 days at Dr. Bogoch's, working for one of the nuttier old ladies on the Upper East Side. As some of you may remember, I was doing this weird partial employment thing last Fall. One day I answered an ad to move some boxes in a home office, and now it's been 10 months. Luckily that wacko was out of time for most of the summer, so I spent most of my days napping on her floor. (Her couch is covered with papers...) Hurrah, though! Friday was my last day there! No more stupid old whore... I wend to Macy's Saturday to celebrate, and Tara, you'd love my new shoes.
Most of you know Jordan and Pat moved in around the corner (on 81st) this summer-- so that's been fun. It's nice to have 'Friends' in the neighborhood.
So you wanna hear about the Poconos Tara? Um... we ate. A lot. And ate some more. We played sardines, tons of flip-cup, and Jordan, P.S. everyone, can bake his ass off. And I don't mean smoking pot. (though the statement still stands.) We played volleyball, some of us went jogging in the mountain air, and we saw a ton of deer and even a few wild turkeys. The view was amazing. I don't know about the rest of you, but I had forgotten, really, how fucking awsome drinking with Cary Cascino is. Cary, you get the funnest person who traveled the farthest award. Or something like that.
Speaking of which, Paulie, what happened to our awards? Not that I got one. Not that I'm crying myself to sleep or anything.
Photos later. It's not letting me upload any just now.
This summer just flew by-- I'm not really sure what happened. It was just May, and now it's August 28th. Woah. Shit. So I spent the summer working as a "reporter" at the New York Resident, this weekly free street-corner magazine. It was a good chance to write clips, and I published a ton of stories. My editor was a lamo idiot, though, so I was ready to go. The highlight of that internship, I think, was the day I rode up in the elevator with Ashley Olson. She was hot.
WHile my MWF's were taken up at the Resident, I spent the other 4 days at Dr. Bogoch's, working for one of the nuttier old ladies on the Upper East Side. As some of you may remember, I was doing this weird partial employment thing last Fall. One day I answered an ad to move some boxes in a home office, and now it's been 10 months. Luckily that wacko was out of time for most of the summer, so I spent most of my days napping on her floor. (Her couch is covered with papers...) Hurrah, though! Friday was my last day there! No more stupid old whore... I wend to Macy's Saturday to celebrate, and Tara, you'd love my new shoes.
Most of you know Jordan and Pat moved in around the corner (on 81st) this summer-- so that's been fun. It's nice to have 'Friends' in the neighborhood.
So you wanna hear about the Poconos Tara? Um... we ate. A lot. And ate some more. We played sardines, tons of flip-cup, and Jordan, P.S. everyone, can bake his ass off. And I don't mean smoking pot. (though the statement still stands.) We played volleyball, some of us went jogging in the mountain air, and we saw a ton of deer and even a few wild turkeys. The view was amazing. I don't know about the rest of you, but I had forgotten, really, how fucking awsome drinking with Cary Cascino is. Cary, you get the funnest person who traveled the farthest award. Or something like that.
Speaking of which, Paulie, what happened to our awards? Not that I got one. Not that I'm crying myself to sleep or anything.
Photos later. It's not letting me upload any just now.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Puzzle-mania
Okay, people, this is ridiculous. This blog has been SILENT for over ONE MONTH. Unacceptable. So, in the spirit of rekindling blog-fever, here is a post. How was the weekend in the Poconos? THAT would be a good thing to post about. Give me some stories. Please. I have completed 1.5 1000-piece jigsaw puzzles in the last week. I NEED someone/thing to live vicariously through before I totally lose my mind.
As for me, Italy was amazing and fantastic and everything I had hoped for. I ate donkey (yes, donkey) at a Donkey Festival, I screamed and cheered for the Azurri when they won the World Cup (see below post), my passport was stolen in Milan (good times), and I saw at least three denim fashion shows in the piazza (that town loves its denim). So get off your asses and UPDATE ME on the Poconos. I will be holding my breath, while working on a thrilling puzzle of a tiger. A TIGER!
As for me, Italy was amazing and fantastic and everything I had hoped for. I ate donkey (yes, donkey) at a Donkey Festival, I screamed and cheered for the Azurri when they won the World Cup (see below post), my passport was stolen in Milan (good times), and I saw at least three denim fashion shows in the piazza (that town loves its denim). So get off your asses and UPDATE ME on the Poconos. I will be holding my breath, while working on a thrilling puzzle of a tiger. A TIGER!
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