I worked the coat check at fetish parties, escorted women home from their plastic surgery appointments on the Upper East Side, babysat, dogsat, and cleaned out apartments belonging to hoarders.
You can fancy it up further with those herbs that you bought a bunch of for that one recipe and left in your fridge to silently judge you every time you open the door.
I sympathize very much with the two groups of fine arts students currently in the news: the University of Southern California MFA class that quit, en masse, after issues with funding and work opportunities; and the Art Institute students fighting for student loan forgiveness after the announcment that most of the for-profit Art Institute campuses would be shut down.
Really good bourbon whisky, for when the situation calls for it. Really good dark chocolate, preferably with sea salt, for the same reason.
For three sweet weeks in 2008 while the economy was on the brink of extinction, I decorated cupcakes. The job—froster at a cupcakes-only bakery—came from my roommate, who worked there on weekends. She was working part-time at the ACLU during the week. The decorator job opened up when she got a full-time spot campaigning for Death with Dignity.
Remember how I went grocery shopping last week and said “but it doesn’t feel like I bought any food?” Well, I was right on that count.
When you can see a notoriously cost-effective supermarket that is open 24/7 from your bedroom window, subscribing to a fortnightly organic food box feels indulgent.
What’s going to happen next? The banks will be fined, of course. So far, no individual bank employees have been indicted, in part because (to quote the NYT) “the banks long ago dismissed most of the employees suspected of wrongdoing.”
I had never felt as much like I really had money as I did when I began sharing it with my family.
My 1 thing is to create an iconic advertising campaign. No. Wait. It’s to buy a birthday card. But I’ll pick an iconic birthday card!