January 09, 2006

Nueva York, Where Am I?

How on earth have I been lulled into such a state of misery and unconsciousness?

This weekend I came across this old post in which I say that "I made up my mind a couple of weeks ago that my primary goal is to move to New York in the next 18 months."

Obviously, that wasn't a very meaningful resolution because I completely forgot about it and I now have less than two months to fulfill it.

Even still, the recent events with me narrowly missing a six-figure income and dropping out of college have acted as shakabuku.

Debi: You know what you need?
Marty: What?
Debi: Shakabuku.
Marty: You wanna tell me what that means?
Debi: It's a swift, spiritual kick to the head that alters your reality forever.
Marty: Oh, that'd be good. I think.

But somehow I've spent the last 16ish months just moping around here. First it was hating my job and not finding one and not knowing what I would rather do because this job sucked so much that I didn't want to do anything and then starting back to school and all that and then the boss quitting and... Well, time really flies! Even when you're not having fun.

I definitely need to pick up the pace and get moving on getting to New York. It's a land of riches and wonderment where I can meet wonderful people and do wonderful things and make lots of money and set up my base of operations for global domination. (No, I'm not one of those remote island types.) I've always wanted to live there and there is no good reason I can't.

Well, the reason I have for not moving right this instant is my j-o-b. I need to make sure I'm employed when I move because being homeless in NYC is not the romantic life of skyscrapers and Starbucks of which I dream and aspire.

So, if you have a job for a smart, determined, mostly friendly business person with a little technical know-how in NYC let me know!

Posted by Flibbertigibbet at January 9, 2006 01:28 PM | TrackBack

I already offered you a job...but in DC. Sorry. I guess you'll have to find someone looking for a houseboy in NYC.

Posted by: Britton at January 9, 2006 07:52 PM

Well, I don't have a job for you, Flibby... but I have an open seat for p*ker night. You in?

Posted by: Matt Chancellor at January 12, 2006 02:34 PM

I think I'm better suited to cheerleading than card sharking. You have cheerleaders in p*ker, right?

Posted by: Flibby at January 12, 2006 04:20 PM

Not generally, but if you're looking for an excuse to pull out that old polyester cheerleading miniskirt and pompoms from high school, we'd be happy to accomodate you. ;)

Seriously though, it's just an excuse to get the guys together. We play for next to nothing and half of us blow at cards... you'll fit right in.

Posted by: Matt Chancellor at January 12, 2006 11:16 PM
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