Happy Blogiversary!

My blog has been in existence for three years! To commemorate the occasion, I'm linking my new blog, which I use to keep track of books and movies I've read/watched.

My reading blog!

Spare change?

Josh and I were walking along 14th St. last night by Union Square and we passed a man asking passersby for spare change.

I heard him say, "Hey man, can you spare any change for hookers and condoms?"

Josh said, "Did he just say what I think he said?"

I wonder if the guy got more money with his honest begging.

Weekend Update

I went home to my parents' house in NJ this weekend. I was afraid I'd be really bored, and spent much of my Friday afternoon at work debating which two books I would take with me. In the end, I didn't even finish one (although I came close). Before I moved to NY, I had a difficult relationship with my parents, especially my father. Now that I live away from home, I get along with them really well, and it's very different. If you'd told me two years ago that I'd be playing pool with my dad, I would've glared at you and walked away.

My relatives came for a big belated Chinese New Year dinner on Saturday and we did the usual pool, Guesstures, and trivia games. We also went to the mall, and being that most of us resided in NY, where there is a hideous 8.625% sales tax, the zero sales tax on clothing in NJ was pretty sweet. My poor brother was stuck walking around the mall with three girls, and it included prom dress shopping.

On Sunday, I went to dim sum with my parents. My brother didn't go because he got up at 9 a.m. (after sleeping for 4 hours) to go to Atlantic City, where we planned to meet him later for dinner.

We went to dinner at the Borgata Buffet and sandwiched that with playing the slots. It's the only game I can afford to play. My brother plays the card games and amazingly makes oodles of money. I amazingly won in slots ($65 to be exact!) and stopped playing very early because I don't like risking my money.

Wooo! That was quite a weekend!

Do the doo

This morning, I went to my company's annual employee presentation held in a theater in Times Square. While walking there from the subway station, I realized that Mountain Dew was doing a promotion for their diet version. I got a free can of Diet Mountain Dew, which I later gave to Josh (I told him I got it for free from a stranger, and he wanted to verify that the can wasn't from a crazy stranger).

They had set up a snow covered slope in the middle of Times Square. I presumed they were going to have some snowboarding like in their commercials.

A police horse on duty (ha ha, doody) by the Mountain Dew people decided to take part in the promotion as well. It promptly lifted its tail and pooped, creating its own mountain doo. It did not bode well for the group of Mountain Dew rabble rousers marching down the street in direct line of the horse's mountain doo.

I didn't stay to watch because I'm a dedicated employee. I'm so dedicated that the president of the company shook my hand when I walked in and during the handshake, I was thinking, Who the hell is this woman and why is she shaking my hand?

Cube bitch

This past Thursday, I did a favor for K at work. Apparently, her contracts intern wanted to learn more about production. Actually, I wondered why someone with his TV/movie production background would choose to be a contracts intern instead of a production intern.

I didn't think it'd be a good idea to have the contracts intern hovering around me in my cubicle for an hour, especially since a manager in my department wanted an intern, but HR wouldn't give her one. Plus, I'm much too inexperienced of an employee to warrant some intern from ANOTHER dept. following me around.

So, the impromptu production seminar took place in the contract intern's area. He sat in an open area where about half a dozen people had their desks. While I was talking with him for 15 minutes, the girl sitting at the next desk over kept staring/glaring at me. Was I bothering her? I wasn't talking loud, so maybe she was interested in production, being secretly unsatisfied with contracts.

Well, I don't think my production lecture was that inspiring (although in my opinion, it doesn't take that much to be more interesting than contracts, or "Ks" as us law students called 'em), so I'll just say that the contracts girl was a bitch.

Just for fun

Why retail jobs suck sometimes

While I was at Tent Trails paying for my first fancy (as in high-tech) winter coat, I was witness to an age-old battle between retail employee and customer.

The dreaded return-of-used-goods.

This Hacidic Jewish man (I'm not trying to stereotype here) was going to purchase some sort of a ski mask type face covering. He wanted to know if he could return it after wearing it. The woman at the register kept telling him that she could not resell an item that has already been used.

I had to bite my tongue on my comment: "If I were buying a ski mask, I wouldn't want one that was drooled on and liberally sprinkled with beard hairs."

Eeeuw.