It’s been a very bad year. In January, I lost my baby, my 16 year old cat named Mufasa. He was diagnosed with kidney failure in September of last year. I changed his food, gave him meds and subcutaneous injections all while working 12-14 hour days as a restaurant manager. He died in my arms, and I haven’t been the same. His 16 year old brother, Diablo is fine, but he has never been alone, so he is needy. In February, I was let go because of the “drastic financial cutbacks.” And now it’s March. This time last year, I started dating my now ex-boyfriend. Fuck. What’s a girl to do? Well, I started doing the things I never had time to do. I am decorating my apartment. I am taking classes online…all of them: spanish, web design, app design and business management. I have been dreaming about running my own business for years, and it is about to come to fruition. So for now, I am trying to make 2013 my bitch.
I moved back to New York on July 29th last year. There have been plenty of ups and downs, too many jobs, more drama and not enough sex. All I can say is that I am sure I have more social, cultural and romantic opportunities here than I did in Miami Beach. In fact, concerning the dating world, I’ve had more action in the year that I have been here than the five years I lived in Florida! So now I’m renting a room with my friend from Miami and in a few months, we’re getting our own apartment. After going back and forth between working in a restaurant kitchen and working as a private chef, I’ve decided that neither of those two options are the right fit for me. I have two interviews scheduled this week and I worked as an extra for a commercial. I don’t feel stifled anymore. I feel like I can do whatever I want, whenever I want with whoever I want. Faith…it’s a good thing.
My Christmas list goes something like this:
- A modest, roach-free apartment on the Upper East Side, the Upper West Side, or eff it, Greenwich Village
- My babies! I miss my cats. Since I’ve been living the hobo life, my boys have been living the luxury life at a kennel. They get treats and fresh water twice a day, and they get brushed. I don’t know if they’ll be happy once I get them back.
- A pair of warm boots. Damn this New York winter…and the rain…and the snow.
- Some longjohns….seriously…I moved from Florida to New York, so yeah, I’m cold.
- A white iPhone 4, please. I know it’s a myth, like the unicorn, or the Jonas Brothers’ virginity. A girl can dream, can’t she?
- Gerard Butler…I know, I’ve mentioned this before but please, if there is a Santa Claus, I’ve been a good girl, and I deserve a bad boy.
I made the calls, forwarded my resume, sent the follow-up emails and made the move. One sentence cannot emphasize the amount of stress I have gone through during the last two months. I packed up my apartment, donated most of my stuff, and put eight boxes and a bag in storage. I couldn’t fly with my cats so I rented a car and actually drove from Florida to Maryland. Oh…holy…Jesus…that was stressful. I haven’t driven a car since 2008 so yeah, not only my life was in danger, but also my cats, and anyone on the road or the sidewalk. I left Monday night, arrived in NYC on Wednesday afternoon. I slept for 10 hours in 3 days. I was a wreck. But now I’m so much happier. New York is amazing. I still haven’t found an apartment yet, and have resorted to staying with friends. I start my new job this week and I’m working on getting another one. I don’t know what is going to happen next, but I know I am much happier here.
I was working two jobs since October 2008. I…was…exhausted. I would rather go home, enjoy a glass of wine, and sleep than go out with friends, or even a date. I mean, I’m somewhat optimistic about dating. So beginning January 27, 2010, I went 2 months with one job. I was freaking out. I had the time but not enough money to do some of the things I wanted to do. But then the gods smiled on me and granted me a job at a lovely clothing company, allowing me a major discount on most frocks you would find in magazines. The only catch? It’s at night, setting up the displays. Ooooh. I ended up working for 20 hours between both jobs…in one day. I was beyond tired, I was hallucinating and having conversations with myself. I was off for the next 3 days from both jobs, and after that time off, I was happy. What is wrong with me?
5:30am Go to bed
11:16am Awoke from a pleasant sleep by the loudest construction workers I have ever heard. Were they digging a tunnel to Australia?
12:00pm Go back to sleep, barely.
1:30pm Wake up
2:30pm Go to grocery store.
4:00pm Make hot dogs for a quick lunch
4:30pm Do one load of laundry
5:00pm Make dough for pizza. Check emails.
6:30pm Eat entire pizza. Freeze the other dough rounds.
7:20pm Leave for work.
8:00pm Clock in for work.
11:30pm Wonder why I’m here if there is no late room service. Ugh.
1:00am Realize none of my friends are online at Facebook, MySpace or IM *sighs*
1:30am Orders food and waits.
2:58am Gets food delivery…finally. Anihilates burger and fries, proclaiming the effects of the “Michael Phelps Diet.”
3:44am Realizes there are only 15 more minutes until I go home.
4:00am Clocks out and walks home.
I am unbelievably tired. I have two jobs…actually three jobs if you count grand jury duty. Well I count it because I get paid for it, I have to report to the courthouse every Friday, and since I am the secretary, I have to do some work. Anyhoo, I did not remember how hectic it was to work two jobs. What is funny is the last time I did this, I was in culinary school full time. No wonder I never slept. My fear is that I will answer the phone at one job with the greeting from the other job. But other than that, both are going well.
I got a job again…finally. I’m working at a nice boutique hotel AND I will start my retail job soon. Yes, I have two jobs. I’m already tired with the hotel job, I don’t even want to know what will happen when the second job starts. But I’m happy to be working. In other news, the drain to my tub is clogged. I have emptied two containers of fake Draino into it. I called Roto Rooter and they wanted to charge me $239 to clear the clog. I said that was unbelivably high. The technician went back to his truck to “see how low he could go” and returned with a price of $150. Oh hell no. I’m going to do some research and figure it out myself. Until then, it’s a whore’s bath for Shenae.
I got a new job, moved to a new apartment and my bank reimbursed me for the British Airways debacle. But the best thing is that I am a few weeks away from purchasing a new Mac. I am going to order a super duper MacBook Pro. Oh I can’t wait. No more hitting the “i” and “o” buttons with all my strength in order for them to work. Did I mention that I’m getting a Blackberry? Oops, forgot about that one. No more phantom calls and I will get my txt messages on time, not 2 or 3 days after. Life is sweet.
So I got a job…finally. I am working as a pantry cook at a restaurant near my apartment. Gotta love that two minute commute. I chop things, rather, massacre food, make sauces, cure or smoke meats while listening to rock music on the radio. It’s very easy and I’m getting my chef legs back. I still think I’m slow. I haven’t cooked in a restaurant kitchen in over four years. It doesn’t matter. I like to learn new things, I learn fast and I like to work, so I look better than the lazy people they had before. The downside is that I haven’t found a part-time job to supplement the day job income. Why do I need another job? I have two words for you: student loans. I can’t defer them any longer.