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Name: *amy
Interests:
Googling. Stock Trading. Traveling with my honey bun. And, Crime-Solving.
Expertise: I don't have much of an expertise in anything. But, I can tell you what I'm apparently not an expert at: "back-of-the-envelop calculations". Thank you McKinsey, thank you.
Occupation: Consulting
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/10/2002
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| we exited the poshness of the fundraiser in stilettos and into the pouring rain. three of us huddled under an umbrella while he stood in the open night. then, with the rain filling our leather soles, we broke free from our three cubic feet of comfort and danced with abandonment under the sky. it was the best part of the night.
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today was my turn to bring breakfast for our volunteer group. i woke up early and filled three boxes with assorted donuts, croissants and bagels, along with cream cheese, orange juice and bottled water from the grocer. after reviewing outstanding items still pending for kayla's college applications, i walked the obstacle course of tourists on fifth and stopped for a pair of high-top basketball sneakers at the nba store. i continued to window shop for-her shoes while nursing my coffee, making a final stop for "10 vegetable" soup and came home to prepare for dinner.
happy birthday sweetheart. 
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| View outside my work window (facing west and facing east)
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| today my big big boss took me out to lunch.
"what kind of food do you like?", he asked.
"oh, i like all foods.", i replied.
"alright, i see how your opinion has not added any value to the decision making."
he's highly sarcastic, which i enjoy.
upon arriving at the restaurant, the waitress asked if we'd likesomething to drink. "tea.", he said, then looked at me, "i see iwill probably have to make all the decisions today." .. how unfair! i was just about to inquire whethertheir ice teas came sweetened or unsweetened. so, i decided not tocounter the indecisive reference directly but through action.
but,by the time the waitress came i was still a little torn between thepan-seared salmon and the salmon sushi. so instead of starting myorder with"umm", i decided to asked thewaitress which one she recommended. she pointed to a fancy shamcydish name on the menu which i promptlyreplied, "i'll have that!" in hopes that i had not seem soindecisive.
now, my boss^2 was avegetarian due to his Indian religion and by the time hisveggie-and-tofu came, i was hoping the waitress's recommendation wouldbe a vegetable dish garnished with a little meat. however, whenit finally arrived: it was a cow on a plate. no veggies, no greenery.
why why why did i have to order the animal my boss^2 most likely worshipped? WHY.
second, i was sitting calmly on the R train about half an hour agolookingout the windows at the waiting passengers at the 28th street stop whenthis fatwoman looked me dead in the eye and flicked me off for a good 2 wholeminutes! what's going on? though i was just glad she didn'tstorm in the car and eat me, i was actually really offended.
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| i'm heeeere!!!
i am officially a "new yorker".. well, perhaps it will take more
than having a physical address in new york, but today marks the first day of
my attempt to integraaaate. today was also the first day of work,
by subway and on foot nonetheless.. scary scary. i was told if
you break the
momentum during rush hour and can't get your metrocard to swipe on the
first try, you risk being body slammed by the passenger
in line behind you. being the germaphob that i am, i had to avoid
this at all costs. i had already conducted several practice-runs
Sunday night, but today was the actual test. i boarded the express train headed for the the world trade center.
after i'd arrived, i began my amble toward my building.. i
miserably struggled against strong headwinds caused by the cusp of the
late twin towers.. touristy-ly supervised the crew on their rebuild
progression.... and that's when i noticed all human traffic moving at
thrice my speed. i felt like i was stuck in microsoft's
starry-space screensaver, except my spaceship was moving
backward. the driver's intuition in me told me all-slower-traffic
kept right, so i proceeded to maneuver out of the express walkers'
lane. finally, i arrived at the building and was instructed to
proceed to the 38th floor for new-hire matters, "you can take the express elevator up".
ok. am i going to be stuck with left-most nosebleed seats if i am
unable to get somewhere as soon as inhumanely possible? how can i
find my way, execute my tourist inclinations and blend in as a grouchyfaced commuting new yorker at the same time?
and, who are all the taxi drivers chatting with on the phone?
do they have operators in different tongues sitting around all day in
anticipation for driving-chatter? do they actually have spouses
or friends that do nothing else but tend to this need? or, maybe
taxi drivers buddied up with each other? whatever it is, they
need to let me in on their superior cellular plan.
at least today was a success- slowly but surely, i'd arrived at american express. 
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