two in the morning

It's been awhile since I last wrote, and I've missed you!

Let's take a brief moment to talk about the subway. It's beyond easy - if you're capable of reading numbers and letters while hundreds of people are running around and pushing you forward to somewhere you probably don't want to go. It's a constant state of thinking uptown, downtown, express. The most difficult thing is getting your legs and stomach to cooporate with your out-of-town heart when the train is swishing from side to side and everyone is taller than you so you can't see anything but the man's lapel in front of you. I quickly touched hands with an attractive suit today when we both frantically reached for the same bar as the C train lurched to a sudden stop - so I suppose that is a plus. If you are lacking in human contact, the subway is certainly the place to be. I digress.

Yesterday was my first day of work at HERE, and it was a long one full of tech, cleaning and office work. (All of which needed to be done.) I suppose I won't go into much detail because that would bore you, but do know that I'm trying my hardest to make a good impression and to not complain. I had to go straight to the theatre district from work to make it in time for Next to Normal the musical. Long story short I thought it was only sub-par, but everyone else thought it was great. I suppose it simply was not my cup of tea. Luckily for us, we got treated to food and cheesecake at Junior's, which was placed nicely next door to the Booth Theatre. After food was sleep and after sleep was work again today.

Today was a little different than yesterday. The morning seemed to fly by as I helped clean the tech closet and dimmer room, yet dragged on as I helped do necessary office work in the afternoon. If everyone else in the office didn't work as hard as they do (and they are constantly working) I would probably have a problem with cutting out 800 or so tickets - which is very tedious busy work. However, my co-workers are in the office from 10 in the morning until god-knows-when and I know they need every shred of help available.

Best case scenario is that they'd want me to stick around or would help me get a job after I graduate. Even working box office a couple of hours a night would be wonderful, I think.

New York is a strange place. You can easily have a love/hate relationship with it. Everyone says, "How can you be bored? There's so much to do!" but I found myself wandering around town with John looking for food after work, and not one of the restaurants were tempting. I suppose this is because - sometimes, not always - I have trouble with unfamiliar places...that I prefer to stick to what I know. Fortunately, The New Wave Cafe on 78th and Broadway has breakfast all day and is cheap - two things that I love.

After dinner we came home and I fell asleep around 6:30, entirely accidentally, and now here I am at 2 in the morning unable to go back to bed and listening to the hiss of the radiator. Tomorrow is Georgia O'Keeffe at the Whitney and the silent film/guitar improvisation.

I think I'll wake early and get breakfast at Cafe 71.