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Live every week like it's Shark Week.
Tracy Jordan, Jack the Writer
Who's FICA? Why's he getting all my money?
Rachel Green, The One with George Stephanopoulos
What is this Horseville? Because I'm surrounded by naysayers. Wordplay!
Tracy Jordan, Apollo, Apollo
So no one told you life was going to be this way #thesitcomslied #sitcomspotting #Friends
Down in the Wall Street area a couple of weeks ago.
Finally dumping my phone camera of some pictures I took a while ago. Here’s one when The Elephant Man was still playing at Booth Theatre.
Acknowledging the new year
My job's a joke. I'm broke. My love life is...pretty good. Thanks for asking.
2014 ended on of the most shit-tastic years of my life. 2015 hasn't started off in better shape than 2014 left, so I decided to not acknowledge that the new year had started. Sort of anyway. I still ate black eyed peas and greens on New Year's Day because I'm not an animal! But other than that I was going to do my best to keep trucking like my life wasn't out of control.
Well, it got to be February 1st and I figured I put the new year off for long enough. Sure I really am broke. And my job really is a joke. But I'm getting pretty good at attempting to stay positive (one of my new year's resolutions.)
I'm not entirely sure where I'll be living in a couple of months when my lease ends. And I still legally have to deal with the roommate from hell for a little longer. And yeah, last week my heat was out due to a broken boiler in the basement. BUT after seven months of problem after problem, I'm starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel. And the whole cliche of this year being my year feels a little more applicable than it did at the beginning of 2014.
I don't really know what to expect of this year, but it's got to be better than last year.
Plus the best thing about finally acknowledging 2015 is that I can bask in the glory that is Friends on Netflix. So excuse me while I go celebrate the new year by reliving 10 years from my past.
Oh, look. Ugly Naked Guy is decorating his Christmas tree. Wow, you should see the size of his Christmas balls!
Phoebe Buffay, The One With Phoebe’s Dad
Welcome, newcomers. The tradition of Festivus begins with the airing of grievances. I got a lot of problems with you people! And now you're gonna hear about it!
Frank Costanza, The Strike
Frank Costanza: Many Christmases ago, I went to buy a doll for my son. I reached for the last one they had, but so did another man. As I rained blows upon him, I realized there had to be another way.
Cosmo Kramer: What happened to the doll?
Frank Costanza: It was destroyed. But out of that a new holiday was born…a Festivus for the rest of us!
The One with Five Steaks, an Eggplant, and Shitty Freelance Work
Watching most sitcoms, you’d think people who live in New York never struggle to pay their bills, but I remember every now and then sitcoms would tackle the whole you’re-a-20-something-living-in-Manhattan-so-you’re-poor problem. The best example is The One with Five Steaks and an Eggplant. (As a quick recap: Rachel, Joey, and Phoebe are upset that Ross, Chandler, and Monica are always asking them to go out to expensive dinners and activities. Monica gets a hickey from a Blowfish.)
In the case of my life, I’m on Team I-can’t-afford-this with one friend on Team I-wipe-my-ass-with-a-50. Most of our other friends fall into an invisible Team I’m-okay-but-really-two-missed-paychecks-from-a-problem. But I’m the one who’s really struggling to survive life as a 20-something in Manhattan.
I knew it would happen when I accepted a job with a ridiculously low salary, but they were the only ones to offer me employment and I was shocked to being getting a job where I actually get to use the master’s degree that brought me to the city. And, I mean, c’mon. How many 20-somethings can say that without nepotism in their back pocket in this economy?
So what was a girl to do to make sure that she could not only pay her bills but could also stock her cabinets with some ramen* to eat? The obvious answer, or at least obvious to the English degree I got back in 2012, was freelance writing work. At least I’d be writing again. But, of course, there are some serious drawbacks to this answer.
Drawback #1: Through the website I get my freelance work from I make about $3.92 for every gig. (The client pays $5 per gig.)
Drawback #2: Because of some dumb website policy, I have to wait two weeks after the client approves the work to get that $3.92.
Drawback #3: Clients can sometimes be shitty at communicating their instructions, shitty at following directions, or just shitty people in general.
Drawback #4: I can’t take a day off. Clients need their orders now, now, now, so I work every day, whether it’s Thanksgiving**, Christmas***, or a bad mental health day.
On the upside, however, most people are actually really great to work with. I’ve met some great clients, some of whom come back for more work which make me feel like I’m not a total failure. And I'm actually really happy to be in the habit of writing again.
But, I’m not going to lie. I can’t wait ‘til I can afford five steaks and an eggplant.
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*Because real food is luxury that’s not in the budget.
**Yes, I worked on Thanksgiving.
***Yes, I’ll be working on Christmas.
I was looking for an apartment and a realtor showed me a tiny apartment where one wall was a mirror, and she said, "It makes it seem like the place is so much bigger." Yeah, but, you know...it's not....I wanted later for her to be like, "Excuse me. My broker's fee was $1,000. Your check is for $500." And I could be like, "But, yeah. Put it up against that mirror and it'll look like $1,000, you optically fooled idiot."
John Mulaney, Motif and the City
Where I was last night.
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I laughed so much reading your blog! Loved it!
Thanks! :) I’m glad you could get a laugh out of my blog.
XOXO
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Oh, come on, Monica. Reliving past pain and getting depressed is what Thanksgiving is all about. You know, for me anyway. And, of course, the Indians.
Chandler Bing, The One With All The Thanksgivings