The World Is My Oyster

...grains of sand and all! It's a good thing that I like a good challenge because life is full of them. Serving here is not the part time gig it is in Los Angeles, it is a full time career in New York. Apparently most of the restaurants and bars here only want to hire people that have absolutely no other obligations. Clearly, with nursing school on the horizon, I do not fall into that category. Could it be that where I want to be and what I want to do are contradicting each other? Going from the comfort and joy of substitute teaching everyday and serving at night, to the dreaded fear of job searching through unknown territory, I couldn't help but feel estranged, and as if I was taking a huge step backward... Aside from the fact that I had just taken 3,000 huge steps to the right.


While I did have an offer from a place that a friend's sister manages, I decided to try and find something that would be a better fit for my personality and interests... and really, as much as I rock I deserve to be a little picky;) So this week consisted of walking, interviewing, walking, and more walking. It may be freezing outside but all that walking (in heels, nonetheless) keeps you warm! Finally, an interview that I had been eagerly awaiting went very well and I got the job. The manager claims that they stay busy so let's hope he's right and that the money is good! The place is near Times Square on 39th Street and is called Windfall. By definition that means: A sudden, unexpected piece of good fortune... Coincidence? I feel that coincidence is just a word that was created to take the magic and romance out of destiny...

In the mean time, I have delved into the streets of this amazing city. An evening stroll from 19th to 85th nearly froze my fingers but was well worth it. With my ipod in and my jacket on, I danced my way up Madison Avenue, ahhhh. Not only are the buildings gorgeous but so are the guys. As they say, the West Coast buys cars, the East Coast buys clothes... and they know how to wear them! (I may have stolen that quote from someone, sorry and thank you;) A hot tea, 66 blocks, and one "How you doin, blondie?" later, I arrived home to the 'wife' (friend/roommate and currently sharing a bed with Carrie, lol) and we headed out for some fun. The greatest thing about this city is that you can walk out your door and find a plethora of options within a 5 block radius. 


You can also meet a lot of people within those five blocks. Some random and hilarious Genine Gerafalo look alike sound alike chick assumed that I was 24 as Carrie is. So when we asked her age she said  "Oh, I'm 29. Ugh, the day I turn 30 I'll shoot myself" to which I laughed and informed her that I am 29. She then laughed and revealed that she was 34! Wait, what, who does that? Attention New York, we're just two fun gals hanging out in a bar, you don't need to lie about your age to us, especially if you're a chick, we don't want to date you so we really don't care. Another acquaintance worth mentioning is our new friend Finn, the adorable Irish bartender at our new spot Doc Watson's (side bar: there are a lot of Irish here). We've only been there twice but he already feels comfortable making fun of the crazy stuff that flies out of my mouth, LOVE IT! Quick note to the Haggertons, we have been saying our last name wrong. He taught me the correct Irish pronunciation. I claimed it was the American Indian half that made us change it, lolol!


We finally made our way to Central Park for a Sunday afternoon. GORGEOUS! Nothing like the snow on the ground, the sun on my face, and the wife by my side... Loving life and love living in NYC.