I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
My co-worker Samson is a bit of an oddball. He was born in Nigeria, and then went to boarding school in London and college in upstate New York. Now he’s a reformed skirt chaser in NYC.
We go to lunch a few times a week and find ourselves - and sometimes eavesdroppers - cackling at the banter back and forth.
And then there are the IM conversations.
This last week has been busy. Lemme sum it up all easy-like.
My current job is the best one I’ve had since college. I may dread the commute or getting out a warm bed, but I never dread having to go to work.
It helps that I have some wonderful co-workers. Also, I read and write and talk to people all day. I feel confident doing these things, yet they still make me grow.
But even now, sometimes I get in this mindset where I start thinking the days are really long and tiring.
Well, strikes out.
After the first time I wrote about Shaggy Steve, I heard from a woman who also met him at a social event.
She reacted much like I did, asking herself “What the fuck was that?!” and turning to Google.
I knew she wouldn’t be the last woman to find me this way.
At the end of the day, two co-workers and I are waiting for the elevator. The ring of orange around the down button has been glowing for nearly 10 minutes.
We’re shifting our weight and rummaging through bags and cellphone options when a set of doors pings open. A woman with a stroller slowly exits, looking around as if she’s on the wrong floor.
A lot of my company is now on Twitter, and it’s about time, considering that we’re in the digital marketing business. One of the bigwigs recently suggested that everyone not on the bandwagon suck it up and start tweeting. There’s been a lot of grumbling, and most people answer “What are you doing?” in less than inspiring ways, if at all.
I, however, am excited by Twitter. I like word games and being pithy. But if a tweet goes out on the Internet and no one is there to snicker at it, was it indeed tweeted?
I’m trying to not so subtly nudge my favorite co-workers to follow me.
I find the idea of spring cleaning my apartment a little daunting. Manhattan apartments get dusty like none other, so the results of a weekend scrubbing and scouring are undone in about as much time.
Almost everyone I know who’s ever gone to LUSH, a store that sells natural handmade cosmetics that are not animal-tested, has raved about it. “So many soaps! They all smell so yummy! And they let you wash your hands in the store!” That last bit is something you can barely do anywhere.
Restrooms in NYC are overwhelmingly limited to employees toiling at minimum wage in stores with bad cellphone reception. How dare you even think of robbing them of a single squirt of the generic pink soap that smells like baby antibiotics?
Even if you desperately need to relieve yourself at Duane Reade, you’re just going to have to settle for the greeting card aisle. The reject pile of bargain straight-to-dvd movies near the checkout, if you’re nasty.
I get questions from readers a few times a week, and I’m always delighted. I pull a total Sally Field: “You trust me! You really trust me!” I’ve been slow to respond in the middle of this blog construction, but I’m happy to answer anything and eventually, post that answer here. Full-service, baby. Let me know if you’d like one of those air fresheners that looks like a tree.
Here’s a question from Baileigh:
Copied and pasted right from my in-box:
Due to an issue with the firewall. We need to power cycle the device. This will disconnect your internet access temporarily and also if you are connected to Terminal. Sorry for the incontinence
