@A-M When I moved to NY and started looking for journalism jobs, I interviewed at a couple mid-sized places where I knew people. These were publications I was already freelancing for, and I figured I was a shoe-in. I was the second choice in both cases. Then I saw a MediaBistro listing for a job at a huge media company where I didn't know anyone. One I'd looooooove to work for. I figured I didn't have a chance but applied anyway. Long story short, I got the job at the place where I had zero connections. So it happens.
@jennknee I can't speak for @aetataureate, but the way Alisha keeps bringing up that financial class seems off to me. It feels salesy.
The really irritating girl who sat next to me in band had a huge crush on one of my platonic male friends and kept asking me who he was taking to prom. When I passed this info on to him, he said "Dammit, I need to find a date. *pause* Lindsey, you're a girl..." It was very romantic. On top of being someone's passive aggressive excuse, I was also the one who had to break it to Irritating Girl that I was suddenly Platonic Friend's prom date. She reacted by "playfully" slugging me on the arm repeatedly while squealing, "You're so lucky!" I had a bruise the next day. As for prom costs, I think I only had to pay for my ticket. I borrowed a dress and shoes from a friend, and Platonic Friend drove and paid for dinner. At the end of the night, he and some friends went back to his house to watch terrible movies (Night at the Roxbury!) while I stayed at our casino-themed post prom and won a super sweet 3-disc changer boombox. So at least I got something out of it.
The writer is missing out on some prime leftover opportunities. A good steak cooked medium rare at the restaurant reheats to a respectable medium for steak and eggs the next morning. And leftover rice makes great fried rice later in the week. I usually ask for extra at the end of the meal. Sometimes it's free, sometimes it costs a buck.
@garli I decided a while ago that I'm too cheap to donate money, so I give blood instead. Plus, I've got sweet O negative running through my veins. Universal and invaluable.
It's super bikable, it's got an amazing music scene, the summers are beautiful, and it's affordable enough that I was able to buy a house on my own. I can't imagine living anywhere else. I've also heard that it's hard to make friends as an adult here, but isn't that true everywhere?
Now I'm wondering what Ron would have done to keep his sister from getting pregnant.
Clawfoot tubs! I just redid my bathroom and was lucky enough to pick up one that someone was tossing out. A little sanding, a couple coats of "soft iron"-colored spray paint (with glossy white for the feet), and it is looking sharp. I'm living the dream! Affordably!
@sherlock Me too. In 15 years, I've taken my taxes to an accountant exactly once, on recommendation from friends who insisted I'd get more back that way. When I came to pick up the paperwork, he said, "I did them exactly the same way you did them last year. You should just keep doing them yourself." He charged me $150. I think he felt bad.
I live in Minneapolis and bike the four miles to work as long as the temperature is above freezing. I carry all my clothes in a messenger bag, but I also have a pair of kickass panniers if I need to haul more. I don't get helmet hair. (Pixie cuts FTW!) And I work in the creative department of an advertising agency, so no one cares if I look a little disheveled in the morning. (We all do.)