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There once was a couple in the city,
Who had no possessions, what a pity.
On a truck it was stuck,
And boy did it suck —
The only thing around was the kitty.

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There once worked a girl in Manhattan,
Who looked o’er the Isle of Staten.
She got in a cab,
Felt all shiek and fab,
Until the driver’s fart her did flatten.

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There once was a couple I met
Who constantly worked on the Net.
No signal they had
In their brand new pad,
So they mooched anything they could get.

Warning: This post reads like I’m some starry-eyed kid who has come to NYC to pursue a dream. That may be what I am, but I want say I’m aware of how annoyingly blissful this post sounds, and acknowledge I’ll be bored and jaded very soon.

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I can see the Verrazano Bridge and ground zero from my desk, and the Statue of Liberty from another corner of my office floor. I travel by subway under the East River to work, and by yellow taxi over the Brooklyn Bridge on the way home. I get to work for a company I respect — one the rest of the world respects too. I get to live with my wonderful boyfriend and his mostly tolerable cat, in a cute little neighborhood that’s a dash of Berkeley, a pinch of Santa Monica and a whole heap of Brooklyn. I get to sleep in, stay out late, wear gloves and hats, and feel like I’ve got a real fresh start for once.

Curtis was sweet enough to escort me to work yesterday. I was excited to show him that I totally knew my way around the big city. We hopped the F train and transfered to an A to take across the East River into Manhattan. Once on the A, the conductor said, “The A is running on the F line today.” Wha? We just got off the F, and this train has a big A on it. Maybe she misspoke.

Nope, the A’s next stop was on the F line. We got off at Essex/Delancey in hopes of taking a J train down to the Financial District. Of course the J was running on a weekend sked, and the end of the line was one stop short of our target station. We got off at City Hall and speed-walked 0.7 miles to work.

I was ten minutes late, and I’d given myself almost a full hour for my commute, just in case. Ugh. I walked in and my boss said, “Survive the weekend trains?”

Young padawan still has much to learn.