1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
Throw 'em back till I lose count
I've been in NYC for about a month now. You might be wondering how it is going. I have ten drafts of blog posts detailing the misadventures so far. Unfortunately, the bar for that shit making it onto the open internet keeps getting higher, mostly because I have become sick of my own whining. The only things that need concern me now are the things that I can change.
On the subject of things I can change, I have made some progress. Even though my furniture and most of my clothes are still allegedly en route (more likely on the bottom of the ocean or in some police officers house), I have started buying new clothes. I found some affordable button-down shirts at some store called Uniqlo, and I look pretty damn good in them. I intend to buy enough so that I can wear them every day instead of my standard short-sleeve-over-long-sleeve-t-shirt look (with optional REI jacket) that I have abused far past the point where it became a de facto uniform. So, you could say that I have now improved my fashion sense to where it was when I was 24. Still counts as progress though.
Next, I signed up for some sports league...it was probably volleyball. So I signed up for that, and also I'm going to start going to a drop in class for On2 Salsa.
I googled something about "best restaurants for solo diners" and I will start going to those restaurants alone. I don't really like dining alone, but apparently that's what you do when you...are alone. I have tried drinking in a bar alone recently and didn't like it.
On the subject of friends...I am effectively starting from ground zero here, and I am not sure how to break in. In Seattle I invited people over to play that Settlers game...unfortunately I have like no furniture and my apartment looks like the battlefield where a war took place among factions of sentient cardboard boxes. I actually have a number of people in the Philly area that I want to invite up to hang out in NYC but I have nowhere for them to sleep, except for possibly a couch. Maybe I should just spend a few weekends in Philly.
Work is exhausting. I spent 2 hours crafting a single email today. The email was mostly successful in its purpose, but afterwards I felt like I needed a cigarette, and I was too mentally exhausted to get real work done the rest of the day. Right now, I literally don't know how I will find the time to survive at work and also get this start up off the ground. At my day job, I have people filing bugs on my team because our software fails to live up to what is effectively an imaginary Feature Spec. In fact, you could say our feature spec remains in a permanent state of quantum superposition. You can't know if something is in the spec until a team files a bug about it. In the future I am going to try to not hold myself responsible for everything that happens on this project, but how do you come home exhausted from all that and then work on a completely different project?
The startup is an even bigger problem. I can't quite tell you what happened, but there has just been major drama between the founding members, and the one who doesn't do any coding is now taking a 2 week vacation from not coding.
I was at a wedding over the weekend. My family seems quite distressed that I am still single (I am the last unmarried member of my generation) and they seem to believe that the reason I am single is because I've had no one to tell me who to talk to, tell me who to dance with, or manipulate me into sharing a 10 hour car ride with someone. Their constant interference caused my wedding game to suffer, although I have to admit that talking to girls is already close to impossible if my family is around. The reason for this is difficult to put into words. Anyway, I don't know what my romantic future holds, but it has become clear to me that I must walk this path alone.
But none of that really matters. You know whats really important in life? I need to go on a fucking roller coaster.
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