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Dear Co-Worker:

Filed under: Cleaning, Health, Manhattan, Work

May 17, 2013

As you know I have the job of cleaning the refrigerator every Friday, that means I throw out leftovers and spoiled food. I find it hilarious that this is my responsibility, my refrigerator at home has beer, energy drinks, pitcher of water and a carton of milk in it. Even more hilarious is despite being a single girl living alone in Manhattan whose idea of ‘gourmet’ cooking is stirring a spoonful of hot sauce into her boxed macaroni and cheese, I apparently know more about food storage than you do.

For instance, I know that if you leave strawberries in the refrigerator for three weeks they get all this nice gray fuzz on them. Except its not nice, IT’S DISGUSTING!

It is probably a good thing I don’t know who you are, since you would probably have found moldy strawberries in your desk on Monday. So to keep things nice it would be better if you didn’t come to my desk and complain about the fact that I threw out your berries. We really don’t want to find out if I actually took my Workplace Violence training to heart.

Love, ME 

Tags: Food -N- Drink, Rage, Workplace Violence is a form of Employee misconduct

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Coney Island

Filed under: Family N Friends

May 7, 2013

Sarah started sending me texts, wait I need to backtrack, the last time Sarah came to visit she said she wanted to spend more time in the City, I guess this is her plan. So she starts sending me texts about a Groupon for Luna Park in Coney Island, a 4-hour wristband and ride on the Cyclone. So I said sure, not realizing she meant this weekend. All right then, so she comes down Saturday to spend the night and Sunday we get on the subway to go to Coney Island. The first thing we did was ride the Cyclone.

Sarah wanted to go on the water ride. I didn’t it was a cold day and I was freezing, not literally freezing you understand, but cold enough that I didn’t want to go on a water ride. She decided she didn’t need me to go with her. I took a video of her on the ride, well what was I supposed to do?

After going on a few, HIGH THRILL rides, Sarah decided she wanted to go on the Wonder Wheel when she saw the cars don’t just go around they move inside the wheel. So we went up, this next video was shot by me holding my phone up against the side of the car. It looks like the ground is moving but it is the car moving.

We had a great time, we took one break so I could have a beer and Sarah got a slice of pizza and some cotton candy. At the end of the day we went to Tom’s Diner. Nice place, I had the fattest BLT I have ever seen.

Tags: Amusement Park, Beach, Boardwalk, Coney Island, Gwen, the Cyclone, Tom's Diner, Wonder Wheel, YouTube

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Hey I’m back!

Filed under: Emotions, Manhattan, Miscellanea, Personal not private, Work

April 25, 2013

I stopped writing about my commute because I was tired of writing the same thing everyday. I figured everyone must be tired of reading it too. Then I changed to the #4 and it just sat there! There were 5 million people on the train and it only holds 2 million etc. Anyway, things have changed in my commute.

The first thing is my route to the subway station has changed. This is the sidewalk I normally walk on to get to the subway. I don’t know what they are doing here but the sidewalk is almost completely blocked off. This picture was taken on my way home, in the morning the workers are there and you can’t walk up nearly this far. So they have made a ‘pedestrian walkway’.

Which is just cones put out on the road to re-direct traffic, and this is a rather narrow road, it makes more sense to walk on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Which I would do except,

They are working on the entrance to the subway, so I have to cross the street anyway. So walking down to 96th Street is really the best way to go except, there is a fruit stand at 95th and 3rd where I like to get my breakfast, and being human I am a creature of habit and automatically turn left at 95th street. I also don’t like having to change my routine. After two years of walking the same way to the subway I have to do something different and it annoys me. So I come here to vent and to post pictures, I am really just trying to get back into the habit of writing so if this bores you or YOU are annoyed that with all the bad things happening lately I am going on about having to change my routine, I’m sorry I’m not sorry. Meaning I don’t feel bad about writing this. Because of all the bad that happened last week, I need to get back to my routine and the MTA is not helping! If you are still reading this, thank you for reading and I promise I’ll get better.

Tags: Bella is losing it, Construction delay, Evil green train, MTA

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Boston Marathon and other scary things

Filed under: Uncategorized — 1 Comment

April 16, 2013

There have always been things that scare me, when I was little it was thunderstorms and the dark. As I got older it was Mike and Philip, two nasty neighbor boys. When I started driving it was other drivers and for a while I was afraid of life size stuffed animals. Then I started reading true crime books and it was serial killers and dating. As I got older I learned to file these frights away in a compartment in my brain I never go. After a beautiful September morning in 2001 I became afraid of terrorists and planes. I filed those memories away too. Stuffed them in the closet and locked the door.

Yesterday afternoon the door got blown off it’s hinges. I hope the face I presented to my co-workers and people at large didn’t reflect the chaos inside me. As I saw the orange flames of the explosion in Boston yesterday I also saw orange flames pouring out of a building a building that collapsed taking thousands with it, and I remember another image from my childhood, of a masked man on a balcony, another terrorist act at a major sporting event. An event that happened in another country but an image that has endured.

The reports of people running to help also brings back memories, of people running to help victims trapped in a building and paying for it with their lives. A man yesterday ran to help some children and paid for it with his legs.

Last night as I was walking around the store, not knowing why I was there and trying not to cry or have a breakdown in public or explode, I kept telling myself to stop feeling like that, that I had no right to feel as upset as I did, because I wasn’t hurt and no one I loved was hurt. Today I sit here and type this and realize that in Boston, there are people feeling like I felt, and it hurts me, because those are feelings I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

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Outrage part 7

Filed under: Emotions, Family N Friends, Important Stuff

March 29, 2013

It would be nice, if it was just this easy, but it’s not, because of the reasons for rape and because like it or not we live in a rape culture, just telling people to not rape is not enough.

Tags: Blaming the Victim, excuse my language, on my soapbox, Outrage, Rapists cause rape

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Outrage part 6

Filed under: Emotions, Family N Friends, Important Stuff

Tags: Blaming the Victim, excuse my language, on my soapbox, Outrage, Rapists cause rape

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Outrage part 5

Filed under: Emotions, Family N Friends, Important Stuff

Tags: Blaming the Victim, excuse my language, on my soapbox, Outrage, Rapists cause rape

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Outrage part 4

Filed under: Emotions, Family N Friends, Important Stuff

No I’m not surprised that people believe this. There are people out there who believe men rape because they are not getting enough sex at home. Excuse me while I go bang my head against a post.

Tags: Blaming the Victim, excuse my language, on my soapbox, Outrage, Rapists cause rape

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Outrage part 3

Filed under: Emotions, Family N Friends, Important Stuff

This is a rugby player (for those of you who don’t know) and I don’t know if he actually said this, of course the cynical side of me says, well of course he doesn’t have to wait for a girl to get drunk he can just hold her down, look how big he is. Sometimes I hate myself.

Now before you think I am just some fucking man-hating bitch that thinks every man is a rapist, I didn’t say he would, I said he could. That is part of the problem, men don’t realize that by their size alone they can be threatening and frightening to women, it does no good to say, “But I would never” because you’ve already caused fear and distress by just not realizing how threatening you just are. You just are.