I got carded on New Year’s Eve while buying a lotto ticket at a bodega. I’m thinking this is going to be a good year. I rarely make resolutions but I’m doing something different this year, so here they are:
- Meatless Mondays – Yep, I’m going all pescatarian maybe vegetarian for one day a week. I need to step my game up when it comes to nutrition. For those of you who don’t know me, I would rather have a steak and mashed potatoes than a slice of the best chocolate cake on earth. I ate no meat or poultry today so I think I can make it.
- More dinner, less take out – I live in New York fucking City, home to a shitload of fantastic Michelin-starred restaurants and I should take advantage of it. I will take advantage of it.
- Update ALL my blogs – I’m not going to lie, I own a plethora of websites. They all need to be revamped, especially this one.
- More maintenance, less laziness – I was never one of those girls who gushed over makeup or shoes. As I got older, I started paying more attention to my clothes, skin and hair. When I do my hair and makeup, and I dress nice, men do notice me…and that leads to…
- I want a boyfriend, dammit. – I have been single for a looooong time. Yes, it’s been two years months since my last relationship, but before that it was five years two years and before that it was seven years five years, so that means I’ve been single for 14 too many years. It’s been long overdue. I’m a nice person with the body of a 24 year old. It shouldn’t be this hard! I’m throwing caution to the wind by giving online dating one last chance. I know, I know, I hate dating websites but I have got to do this by any means necessary.
I’ve been in New York for exactly one month and I am thoroughly fucked. After working three shifts at the store, the manager decided that I was not aggressive enough. Wow. Really? I mean, really? My middle name is aggressive. This prompted an all out interview bonanza. I went through seven interviews the first week, and two this week. Still nothing. Let me see: I went to culinary school and housekeeping school, and the agency sends me to interviews for housekeeper/cook or housekeeper positions. Why do these families turn me down because I don’t have enough childcare experience? Seriously? I think it would help if they advertised for a nanny/housekeeper and not waste my time or their time. Don’t get me started about apartment searching. The short-term rental company that I had contacted for a weekly room was busted for scamming people. I had a sublet for two weeks but it was expensive. I should have just waited and found a cheap room for rent. My cats have moved around as much as I have. They were in the car, in a kennel, at a pet sitter and now at a friend’s house…but not for long. Mufasa and Diablo, the little heathens that they are, have been using her couch as a scratching post. Now I have to find a place for them…until I find an apartment…and a job. So yeah, I’m fucked.
I am really digging New York City. I have already gone through the hazing: suffered riding a train with no a/c, waiting in a hot subway station for a delayed train and getting lost. So many of the restaurants and bars that I have heard of (Momofuku, d.b.a, Veselka) are around the apartment where I’m staying. And I’m not going to lie, the East Village is like and asian fantasyland for me. There are too many good-looking japanese, chinese and korean men here. In fact, there is a shitload of nerdy-sexy, dirty-sexy, and ugly-sexy men everywhere. My vajay-jay is going to spontaneously combust. If only I could stay here longer. Finding an apartment is the most difficult task especially when you can’t afford to live where you want to live. I’m trying to stay positive and concentrate on finding a place — damn, he is FINE, I gotta have me some of that, where’s the fire? I’m sorry, what was I saying?
Things you should know: I decided not to buy my apartment because I don’t qualify for a loan and I couldn’t afford it. I was already annoyed that I didn’t have hot water for 13 days, so I just didn’t want to live here anymore. I got a new apartment which is closer to both jobs. Speaking of which, my hours were cut from Jobby Job #1, and even though I picked up more hours at Jobby Job #2, I’m still not making the money I used to make.
Things you shouldn’t know: I’ve been on some dates, been out with friends from work and other social activities. I was hoping that my social life and dating life would improve, but it’s been up and down. More on the dating aspect at another time.
So for now, I’m packing, I move next week.
One work colleague is an amazing photographer. Another co-worker does wonderful drawings, and yet another is a painter. My best friend can read tarot cards and sometimes gets messages from the other side, you know, in the Ghost Whisperer/Medium kind of way. So I asked myself, what is my special talent? A long time ago, I thought it was my foreign language skills, and later on I thought I could work with computers. Just a few years ago, I pictured myself as an excellent chef. And now, I don’t know what to do. Drinking does not count as a talent, people. The uncanny ability to attract homeless men or dirty old men is a curse as far as I’m concerned. Being funny? Perhaps. The ability to blog about food, travel and tv at the same time should be considered an art. Meh…
I am 36 today. I can’t believe I made it this far. I still feel like I haven’t accomplished anything yet. I feel like there should be something more, rather, that I should be something more. So I’m making some changes and I’m just going to do what I want to do. Stressing out doesn’t work. Trying to push things through, doesn’t work. I’m just going to be focused and relaxed and be the best Shenae that I can be.
And yes, I still look fabulous!
I was in a mini-burger eating contest on Monday. I thought that since the grand prize money was $500 and I had nothing to loose. Besides, even if I didn’t win, I still get a free lunch! Of course I was the only woman in the contest. I was nervous and hungry. I ate nine burgers and felt like ass. There were 2 other guys who managed to scarf down eight burgers. I was happy I beat someone. The winner ate 14 burgers and proceeded to throw up in the bathroom before accepting the award. Instead of throwing up, I drank a few beers after the contest. Let’s face it, that was a free lunch as far as I’m concerned.
I got back in one piece from LA, my liver and all. My God, did I party like a rockstar! My first night, I hung out at the poolside bar (drank too much) and then I went to the Bar at Standard. Somewhat lame. I mean, it was great to get in (because I was staying at the hotel) and because some models hit on me. But I was wearing a black skirt, backless top and mules. Yep, I was overdressed. I met some great people and decided to go to an after hours club. The wait was over an hour. We went to another club and that was cool. I didn’t even pay a cover! The next night, I went to Vynyl. Very cool. I was planning on going with someone I met the night before(Mr. Long Beach), but we kept missing each other by phone. So I was quite surprised when after going to another bar, because the wait was too long, that we walk right towards each other on a side street. I think it was a sign. Anyway, that club was way better and I blended in, wearing jeans and a halter top. The next day, I hit a happy hour, stayed in and chilled with Mr. Long Beach. My wake up call was at 3 am, so I was not up to going out. I did eat at some great restaurants and splurged on myself. Don’t worry, I didn’t spend too much. All in all, it was a very good trip. I look forward to going back to California soon. So is everyone else. Just don’t know when. I definitely have the vacation days to do it. I would like to stay in Santa Monica the next time…
I did attend Leslie’s happy hour on Friday. The UPS man was there. Talk about an evil ghost from the past. It was definitely skank girl night. What is up with guys staring at skanky women? It makes no sense. In fact, I was talking to this guy, who said he was interested, and was staring at this trashy woman. I actually said “Hey, if you are going to look at another woman while I am talking to you, at least gawk at a chick that is better looking than me.” Am I making sense?