My room

My room
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” Virginia Woolf

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Collaboration and Interdependence

With Tati gone, days were for the most part uneventful. I also noticed I was starting to get homesick, so I tried to keep busy and create a routine. Ceasar suggested we watch movies over Netflix at the same time and text each other so that I wouldn't feel so alone. We watched Let the Right One In and Bachelorette, but the WI-FI signal in the apartment was so bad I kept having to go to the living room when the signal went idle.

I tried to entertain myself and familiarize myself with the area. I went on walks and discovered  that I lived just two blocks away from cannoli heaven, a.k.a Arthur Ave. and made it a personal goal to eat my weight in Italian pastries.
droool

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Madeline's Arrival (and a Departure)

When Ceasar, my ex, first met me in college, he couldn't stand me. He dubbed me The Girl With The Cocoa-Puff Curls and wondered out loud why I used to walk into the student offices like I ran the place.

Then he saw me in a tank top and we lived together for the next 6 years.
The kid is borrowed for maximum cuteness
If you ever meet Ceasar, however, he's going to lie to you about two very specific things, and I'm here to set the record straight. I never pushed him out of a moving car, and I never stabbed him. Okay? He's a dammed liar if he tells you so. The car was firmly parked and it was a swipe with a butter knife. I didn't even break the skin.

Everything else he tells you is probably true.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

The Big Fancy

I call it The Big Fancy because I do not want to give them the attention, it's as simple as that. I also don't want to paint everyone with the same brush. Although I have many stories of my experiences working for them, and even more stories that do not belong to me and have been asked not to share, the truth is The Big Fancy does employ some really good people that are often overshadowed  and pushed out by the bad ones.
Suck it