tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149Wed, 05 Aug 2009 21:34:46 +0000http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)Blogger325125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-5099577719408057150Wed, 05 Aug 2009 21:34:00 +00002009-08-05T17:34:46.105-04:00Today went quite a bit better than expected. Thank god for small favors. Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless devicehttp://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/relief.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-4399262350588037717Wed, 05 Aug 2009 00:07:00 +00002009-08-04T20:07:48.193-04:00I hate watching the news. CNN, MSNBC, CBS, it's all the same. A bunch of smug, pretentious mother fuckers talking ABOUT Americans like children, like we're not listening. I want to meet the viewer that actually enjoys watching them demean everyone else-so that I can punch him in the face. Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless devicehttp://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-put-your-head-between-your-legs-and.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-6711803747873022253Fri, 31 Jul 2009 01:44:00 +00002009-07-30T21:44:50.455-04:00I don't understand why things are the way things are. . I don't know how to act around people to whom I'm not supposed to say what I think. I don't understand why it feels so often like you are the only sane person in the room, but I have to pretend that I am not drawn to you. You said, "there's a great loss in my life. Because of you I do not talk to aaron, or to jason and karen." No http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/frustration.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-5970406314095770425Mon, 27 Jul 2009 15:42:00 +00002009-07-27T11:52:12.056-04:00The Gorton's fisherman is one of those add images that has completely permeated the American subconscious without anyone noticing. But if you saw him in person, you'd recognize him immediately.And so did I, when I found him drinking martinis at my local bar:Tricky tricky, Gorton's fisherman. I'm on to you.http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-trust-gortons-fisherman.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-4942499619003350024Tue, 07 Jul 2009 14:37:00 +00002009-07-07T10:36:19.205-04:00I got my ass out of bed at 6am to go swimming this morning. Again. It was harder than usual, but I'm glad I did. I feel almost giddy with endorphins, energy and pride. I've also lost 13 pounds in the last 7 weeks I'm approaching fitness with the same dedication as school and the externship. it truly doesn't feel like that big of a deal, now, after what I've been through. Go. Go. Go. Sent http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/swim.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-4965900662363893001Fri, 03 Jul 2009 12:26:00 +00002009-07-03T08:25:31.785-04:00I woke up today without the alarm. Fooled around with aaron, which is noteworthy because usually I'm too tired and stressed out to ever want to do anything. Took a shower got dressed, packed my gym bag with my bathing suit and dumbbells. I figure the gym is going to be abandoned tonight, with everyone starting their 4th of July preparations and celebrations. Perfect time for an uninterrupted swimhttp://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/relief.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-4996251568197026581Thu, 02 Jul 2009 22:28:00 +00002009-07-02T18:28:25.080-04:00Huh. This weight loss memoir I'm reading is stirring up a lot of old memories. Middle school gym class. (Doesn't everyone have one of these stories?) Rope climb. Chad bauman, jake hecker, jaime dejaynes, they all scuttle up to the top, deftly slap the blue tape, and nimbly come back down. The PE teacher (who, interestingly, I can't remember. We had several throughout the years, so they all justhttp://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-fat-memories.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-1457206507129099461Thu, 02 Jul 2009 05:07:00 +00002009-07-02T01:31:19.187-04:00Today was just like any other day. I did a bunch of crap that managed to fill 9 hours. At the end, we had an "exit interview." It's the most I've spoken with him face to face without interruption since I trailed. Highlights: He recognized my stellar work ethic. Said he appreciated that I made a point to be there on time every day, and to make up my hours when missed. He said I was a good http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/end.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-3697681763823499705Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:36:00 +00002009-07-01T10:36:04.258-04:00I have a weird thing. I've done lots of mean things in my life. I'm just kinda mean sometimes. I try not to, but, it's true. Usually I'm able to apologize and make things right (which is why I still have a boyfriend, and friends I can count on). But there was this one time. I was probably around 18 or 19, old enough to know better than to be doing 99% of what I was doing, but still doing it. I http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/mean-girl.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-6817625737735556488Wed, 01 Jul 2009 12:50:00 +00002009-07-01T08:50:19.955-04:00Okay, so I know that people don't care enough to keep track of me and what's happening in my life. That's totally fine by me. But I've been doing this externship every wednesday for the last three months. So why would an unnamed associate come over to me and say, "hey! Today is your last day! Did you go swimming last night?" Um, no. I didn't go swimming last night because I went to the gym in http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/irritated.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-7761097792748355795Wed, 01 Jul 2009 11:55:00 +00002009-07-01T07:54:49.328-04:00The people I work with a so. Fucking. Loud. All the time. Please just shut the fuck up. Please. It's not even 8 o'clock yet. Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless devicehttp://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/work.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-9111765886464002980Fri, 26 Jun 2009 05:17:00 +00002009-06-26T01:30:01.946-04:00While I still have a few more days to go before my externship is over, today SHOULD be the last day I ever have to see Antonio ever again. He gave me a lecture about prioritizing, just to hear himself speak. I just kept thinking, "I'll never see you again. I will never have to listen to you. Ever. Again." I had to stifle a grin. When he gave up, he said, "you don't love me anymore." I said "I http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/major-milestone.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-6009726484746230884Sun, 21 Jun 2009 00:32:00 +00002009-06-20T20:32:15.485-04:00I hated my commute to the restaurant today. The bus was late. When it finally showed, I realized it was late because some moron running her stupid spanish-speaking mouth was driving. She sailed through several red lights and STILL managed to make me miss the 8:30 train. There was a girl behind me, speaking spanish on a cell phone. I swear to god, she never took a breath. There could've been no http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/fondest-memories.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-3500293307240382734Mon, 08 Jun 2009 23:34:00 +00002009-06-08T19:33:49.306-04:00Any passing thought I had to possibly seek gainful employment at morandi at some point in the future has officially flown directly out the window, along with the last ounce of my patience I have just met the biggest asshole on the planet. Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless devicehttp://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/antonio.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-4874905532573164780Sat, 06 Jun 2009 23:32:00 +00002009-06-06T19:32:32.941-04:00Preface: for anyone who may not know, aaron and I a are not married, and we don't plan on getting married. Our reasons are principled-we do not believe in doing something just because society has deemed it "normal," nor do we feel that it is right that a relationship is only meaningful if the government says so. If only I'd been so concise today. I got the rare opportunity to have Chef all to http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/cringe.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-1397614935352215733Thu, 04 Jun 2009 14:56:00 +00002009-06-04T10:56:08.545-04:00I had a ridiculously bad day yesterday. I was going to write it all out and wallow in it for a while. But no. Not this time. We all have bad days. I'm tired of pity parties. It's over, and I have control over how I proceed. I choose peace and happiness. Like a duck. The water just rolls off me. Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless devicehttp://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/no.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-4294151746329793062Tue, 02 Jun 2009 18:46:00 +00002009-06-02T14:46:24.391-04:00I like the idea of constant change. As in, I'm constantly learning, changing, evolving, making choices. I hate stagnant (even though I'd love a couple extra days to do nothing). . At every moment, I can choose to do something that improves me and my life, or degrades it. So this is why I'm happy that for the last two days, I've chosen to get my ass out of bed and go to the gym. It feels good. Ihttp://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/progress.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-3112855357876339391Sat, 30 May 2009 23:14:00 +00002009-05-30T19:14:22.484-04:00Had drinks with Lashelle for the first time today after work. Two points of interest: this internship has actually introduced me to someone that I want to hang out with, and I'm no longer so dead and tired that I have to go straight home. Good. Really good. Chef said to me, "take it easy on Lashelle tonight. She has to work in the morning. " I laughed and said, "I know, Lashelle can't hang. http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/break-through.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-8712163954933062081Thu, 28 May 2009 12:51:00 +00002009-05-28T08:51:34.878-04:00I worked last night until 11:30. My carpal tunnel woke me up twice last night with aching hands. I got up early to go to the gym, but only to shower because we have no hot water. And now, I've been waiting for over 15 minutes for the fucking bus that pays no attention to the schedule. Sometimes, man, I just want to snap and start killing people. Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless devicehttp://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/patience.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-5968146085940620568Tue, 26 May 2009 12:32:00 +00002009-05-26T08:32:27.634-04:00I got another "you did a good job today" from chef. Yeah. 10 hours and busting my freakin' ass-I better get some praise. But I'm not complaining. I am pretty proud of today, actually. Another prep cook and I were given a list of tasks for the day: blanch broccoli rabe, blanch green beans, make the broccoli sauce, roast mushrooms, de-bone a pork shoulder, make a marinade for tomorrow's sausage, http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-hours-later.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-2720555397815314873Sat, 23 May 2009 12:26:00 +00002009-05-23T08:26:57.661-04:00It's going to be fine once you get there. It's always fine once you get there. Stop thinking about how the rest of the world doesn't have to work-the stupid hippie girls that just sold you your coffee are working. I'm sure they'd rather be home in bed too. You're still getting 2 days off, which is more than a normal week. Besides, if you really want to open a restaurant, you're never going to http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-3043344224336337771Sat, 16 May 2009 22:48:00 +00002009-05-16T18:48:14.427-04:00I locked myself out of the house. This is completely my fault. I understand this. I called B, to bring my spare key. She said she'd be here in 30 minutes. Then Aaron finally decided to answer his phone. I'll let it slide that it was on my 5th call. He said he was on his way home, was 15-20 minutes away. Great. I called B back-no need, Aaron's coming, will be here before you anyway. It's nowhttp://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/unreliable.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-3187569382650158964Fri, 15 May 2009 18:31:00 +00002009-05-15T14:32:32.687-04:00Going back to work after meeting aaron for lunch. 2pm, just miss the A train, have to wait for another. As I'm waiting, no less than 5 trains come and go, headed in the opposite direction. Starting to regret that second glass of water. 20 minutes now, and the A train finally arrives. Good thing, I'm officially really late and in trouble from the water. It's then that I realize. I've been http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/cracking-up.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-6043342857133749366Fri, 15 May 2009 02:36:00 +00002009-05-14T22:36:38.612-04:00I don't get to see them often enough. So glad they're in my life. Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless devicehttp://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/ladies.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411030731147496149.post-4803793002150823956Thu, 14 May 2009 14:40:00 +00002009-05-14T10:39:33.405-04:00I'm up to my elbows in chicken gizzards. A big bucket full. Each chicken yields one pouch. If you've ever purchased a whole, raw chicken, you'll know what I'm talking about. I'm slicing open pouches, separating the livers from everything else. I identify the neck easily, and something that could be a heart or kidney. I deduce the liver. But in many of the pouches, there's something else. It http://springinnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-case-all-booze-ruins-one.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (no_longer_wandering)0