Our initial thought was going to the beach, but I decided I could just do brunch because I needed to get home and do laundry before Paris arrives Wednesday. (Yes, the same laundry from last weekend, now doubled). We met on the Lower East Side and had a yummy brunch at Belcourt. Afterward we just walked around and window shopped, stopping for the occasional mimosa.
About 2:30pm, she decides she wants to take me to Brooklyn to her normal afternoon hangout. I said no at first, then due to the powers of Moira's persuasion, I finally caved.
We got to Habana Outpost around 3:30pm and sat down for some frozen mojitos. A few minutes later, there are big burly men, flash photography and limos. None other than Al Sharpton decided to pay a visit. He was campaigning for Brooklyn mayoral candidate Bill Thompson. Needless to say, it was interesting! I needed proof, so I quickly snapped a pic with my Blackberry.
As 8pm rolled around, I got a call from a comedian friend of mine who wanted me to go see a quick set of his at NY Comedy club. I jetted over there on the way home and had a blast. Wil Sylvince is hilarious!
This brings me to Monday morning, yes, good ole Monday. I'm at work, and in addition to all the glitz and glamour that is my "day job", I'm now told I will be needing to "punch in and out", ya, like a TIMESHEET.
Whaaaaaaaaatttttttt????????? Seriously. I mean, have I not been humbled enough by making 1/3 of my regular salary with no health benefits? Am I not allowed to keep even a shred of my pride? Maybe to those of you reading, this seems like an insignificant piece of information. I can understand that. But to me it's a huge blow. I haven't punched a time clock since I was 18 years old. It just makes me want to work even harder to get a "real" full time job that I can be proud of. After that, there is NO doubt in my mind what I'll be doing.
School.
