tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185069042011-12-05T09:26:33.801-05:00Four years of college and seven majors later I was going to be a writer.selling my soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15354735409396803179noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18506904.post-10604833744363044262009-02-27T12:34:00.003-05:002009-02-27T12:55:46.307-05:00

Blogging may be dead but my career sure aint.In these wonderful times of stimulus packages and bailouts its nice to know that sometimes, after 6 fucking years, those of us that work hard get rewarded. I remember when stimulus and package were used only in the context of pornotube and not economic melt down. Who would have thought that after years and years of toiling in a thriving economy, it

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Last week I suffered a jolt to my system. It has been years since I've worked for anyone I've despised, perhaps this is why I allowed the blog to fall to the wayside. Its easy to write about things you don't like, I know its usually easier to read and often more humorous when things just aren't going my way. I didn't want to toot my own horn or kiss my bosses ass on the world wide web, so I kind

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Ha, you thought I was dead didn't you. Lets be honest now its been like two fucking years since I've posted here and most of you are long gone. I'll fess up to something between the two of us if you can keep a secret. I forgot my damn password, oh I also forgot which user account I created this god forsaken pity party with so signing on to bitch and moan wasn't really an option.My my my, how the

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I'm what the over-hyped, over-quaffed, over-confident traders and I-bankers call a "back office bitch." This statement is supposed to make me feel like less of a human being, and pity my poor standing in life. If I wanted that life I would be living it, but for me a nice bottle of wine and a good movie from netflix does more for me then any night on the town. Not that I look down on those that

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So I was fired from the last place. I hear they're having financial issues now, something about over spending and bad accounting. Hmmmm, they certainly weren't blowing all that money on my salary. Maybe it was the don't ask, don't review and just pay expense reimbursement program that the "important" people so heavily abused. Who cares moving on. They were small fish in large pond, clinging to a

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Ah what a cliche title to this post. Allow me to elaborate before you roll your eyes and move to something more interesting...I ride two different transit lines every morning. First I take the PATH train (in NJ ugh) to the big hole where the WTC Towers used to be, then I transfer to the MTA NYC Subway. Both of these systems have their own quirks and issues, for me the issues are mostly other

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Please note I will be writing this post with that wonderful Elton John song running through my mind on loop. So much to discuss so little time. To those who missed me thank you. Not that this blog ever generated much traffic, my stories are meager and my narrative stilted and pedestrian. I do have this to say, everyone should try being unemployed for at least a month, 2 months are even better but

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Its time for the ubiquitous 9/11 post. I hope mine is a bit different from the rest you've probably seen.9/11 was a day that I can't remember, I remember the footage and the shock, but ask me any specifics and I draw a blank. I do remember 9/12.When I was in high school I was a certified EMT and had worked for the city as a volunteer . The day after the tragedy I dug through my dresser drawers

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Tuesday I contacted HR with some concerns.Today I was fired.Two days for action.Pretty impressive huh?

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As I have stated in a previous post, my life was not so simple growing up. I wasn't ever really expected to be anything great. People mostly wrote me off as being "damaged" or "having issues." I think it was decided that I was the family fuck up. Filling that position was no easy task, seeing as how my lovely little clan is full of alcoholics, pill poppers, manic depressives and

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I was browsing the internet and came across this lovely article;http://www.forbes.com/careers/2006/08/21/careers-marriage-dating_cx_mn_0821women.htmlI work in the Forbes.com building and I'll be riding the elevator all day looking for someone to punch...All kidding aside write any letters of concern and address them toForbes.com90 Fifth AvenueNew York City, NY 10011This is not 1955 and we must

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I found myself straightening up the conference room yesterday without a thought in my mind. Now I'm usually thinking to myself how unfair my situation is, or pehaps plotting my escape while I do their Cinderella tasks. I keep my mind occupied with thoughts of better places so I don't give up so to not be thinking a thing startled me a bit. Its rare for me to be so empty headed and I peered into

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When I was 18 I spent 2 weeks living in a homeless shelter.When I was 16 I spent a month in a mental institution.I know things can be worse then they are now, what's so upsetting to me is that things still are not that great. When I went through these dark periods and things fell apart completely I always held on to the idea that one day I would be past all of it and be a "successful" person. Not

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Never so much as now in the desperate heat of the city has my pay cut affected my life.Acting like the fool hearted optimist I am I surrendered a portion of my cushy corporate paycheck to come clean conference rooms in the exciting world of advertising. Saying good-bye to not only my over inflated salary but overtime and year end bonus as well. Watching my electric bills increase as I watch my

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Summer Fridays may be the very thing that keeps the advertising industry in motion. The thought of a single day, extending your sanctuary time to three entire days, is enough to keep one's hope alive.Rob and I packed up the car 9AM Friday morning with all intention of reaching Boston before 2PM. Two pit stops and one hellish traffic jam later thank you very much Big Dig, we arrive in Boston at

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I truly mean it in both ways of interpretation.Same Old Situation:Yes it's like the bank here. Well... There aren't a lot of impotent, frustrated middle aged men running around, but things change and yet they don't. I'm still pigeon-holed in this fantastically frustrating position of being over qualified to do what I do. They call me an executive assistant, and all I hear is secretary. I wouldn't

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"Tanya?"I hear my name posed as a question, which can only mean the M------ is looking for me. She would be the only senior member in the office who treats me with an ounce of dignity and candor. "Yes" I make my way into her office, being the president of the company her office is the nicest of the lot and she keeps family moment's on every shelf and nook, which gives it a homey comfortable

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See, here's the thing no one told me about, after doing corporate for two years and getting accustomed to having a place and a job description, moving to small sector is damn near torture.I arrive at the new job on time, eager and ready to show what I'm worth. There seems to be a mistake with the contact I've signed. I'm not there to assist copy, I'm there to assist the account teams. I meet a

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Counting the minutes until I never have to return. There are many people I will miss and some I will not but things move on and I adapt.Was I really so naive as to believe that the bank would cease to exist without me? Things will continue on the day after my last just as they did on my first. Transactions will occur, people will work, others will not, things will move forward (or not.)My temp

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Driving 10 mph in stop and go traffic I'm stuck behind an SUV while rob and the puppy nap in the passenger seat. Its Saturday and we've decided to take a road trip to my father's new Connecticut house. The change of scenery has done mew good as I contemplate my upcoming change of career. A week ago Thursday I had given my formal resignation in letter form that I had googled and edited. The letter

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Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you, I'm out!Resgined from this hell last Thursday, and I'm watching the clock run out my last two weeks here. Details to follow.

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I know things, I'm privy to all sorts of information that I shouldn't be allowed to even know exists. I have access to emails, files and documents that are incredibly classified. I used to be an admin and they just never took away the rights once I was promoted.Let me clue you in on a bit on information, the admins, secretaries if you must, they know shit. They know shit before you know it and

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The days grow longer as the summer months approach. I sit in my workstation staring at the natural light, hoping that I may steal a few moments and sit in its warming glow as I stare across the river at a tiny little island that is home to so many.That giant cruise ship everyone was talking about last week floated by my window on Friday and I thought to myself about how tiny it looked. As the

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It happened yesterday, at 10AM in the morning to be precise. I'm not sure of the events that transpired prior to the catastrophe but I witnessed the rubble left by the event.I was informed early in the morning about the resignation of an individual who had started with the company about seven months ago. He came to us from a bigger firm and was guaranteed this huge bonus to secure his employment.

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"-t-"Yes you disgusting, sorry sack of shit, what do you want? What? What? Can't figure out how to turn your computer on today?"Yes?""-t- I need you to come in here we need to talk about a few things."Oh you want to talk to me, you acknowledge I have the ability to communicate above and beyond simple dog commands such as get, bring, no, bad, ect."I'll be right there...""We need to publish the FAP

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Lovely festivities arranged until 3PM today + 2 hours until the parents can go home + 1 box of markers x 9 little girls = A very interesting day.See and I keep trying to convince myself that I'm not the greatest with numbers.

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I posted my resume and sat back waiting for the calls to come rolling in. The one thing I made very clear in my bio was that I was no longer interested in finance, banking, or any sort of financial industries. My BA is in Poli Sci/ English Writing and I sit on the board of directors for a charity so I figured I may as well try a new field seeing as how before I started working here I had no ties

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I'm coping out, I know I should try to stick around and milk this place for what its worth, but honestly I can't find anything of worth anymore. The tuition reimbursement was a crock of shit spoon fed to me by an overgrown child faced with the demise of his career. I'm not an idiot, I would have taken the job for the other benefits. Medical insurance, hey that means I can get sick and not have to

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Let me clarify some things about my job. I work for the CFO of a company that is a smaller entity in a large foreign corporate investment bank. I work from the bank facilities and for all intesive purposes I am employed by the bank. Technically I am an employee of the Broker Dealer, I take all holidays as such and usually I don't have to come into work on days the US Stock Exchange is closed. The

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Writing about my family is something I'm a little hesitant to do. We are an odd bunch, mi famiglia is full of misfits and outcasts, with a few overconfident teens thrown in for good measure. But I was browsing my frequented blogs this morning and she wrote this great little post about her family so I have been inspired to share.My parents are both in their mid fifties, my mom is lithe and tiny

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I was many things before my transformation into corporate drone. My previous employers ran the gamut from standard high school/college summer job (Camp counselor, lifeguard) to depraved and slightly embarrassing (Hooters anyone?) But I find that though I may retain the most amount of dignity in my current position I also carry skills learned at these menial establishments into my day to day

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Its that time of year again folks. No, I'm not talking about spring or daylight savings, its the time of year where my co-workers flee the bank like the Jews escaping from Egypt. They pack their things, tie their bread to their backs and wait at the marina downstairs for the Hudson river to part so they can make their way back to the promised land (NYC for those who don't know.) Four resignations

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The email came in two days before my boss was to leave for Paris for a business trip/vacation, it peaked my interest but I didn't really consider it as something I'd like to do.Professional Writing / Business Writing Classes offered in the Midtown office building$780.00 per individual will charged to your RC.I didn't think I needed it and besides Boss-man would never pay that amount for a two day

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Okay Miss Devylish, although I usually hold these types of things in that special place in my heart I hold span and chain mail I'll play along. Who knows maybe I'll enjoy it.The SevensSeven Things to Do Before I Die:1. Make peace with my Father2. See every place I dreamed of seeing as a small girl3. Be able to feel complete without any outside influence4. Finish the MBA then go do something that

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I told Rob the news on Wednesday and stayed home to cry. My puppy not quite knowing why I wouldn't play with her tried her best to be so unbearably cute. I half heartedly threw her rubber bone across the kitchen and she bounded and pounced and then realizing the response wasn't what she wanted, she gave up and curled up next to me intermittently licking my face to make sure I didn't forget she

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Everyday I jot on a post it the stupid and notable things that happen around me at the office. When I get home from work I cull what could be considered a semi-literate post from the random chicken scratching that I call short hand. I bitch and I moan and I think about how things could be different or how things sometimes seem like they're not going to ever get better. Ah the poor life of a mid

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I have always been a bit of a recluse. In high school and college I was always jovial during the day but hesitated to any invitation to go out and get to know people better. I'm slightly suspicious by nature and to reveal too much to people only means that eventually they will be able to use it against you. For this reason I never had a room mate nor was I able to share a bedroom with my sister

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I have a new puppy. A 6 month old schnauzer named Desdemona (yes I'm a big English major dork) or Dezzie if you want to sully up her name with your commonalities. Cute and docile I think she may be a cat under all that hair.Flying high on my new family I traipsed into work today where I as promptly handed my bosses new Razr phone."I can't take pictures with this goddamned thing!" He wanted the

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wouldn't you?

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I ran brake neck speed down the hallway...Well not that fast I had my heels on and would have really broken my neck on the marble flooring had I gone all out in my dash to my destination. Setting up the conference was not my job, but like many previous encounters I realized it was my responsibility because those in charge would not do what was necessary and fingers would be pointed in my

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Here's what I learned today from the very nice lawyer who stood at the podium addressing those of us not slick enough to figure a way out of this "mandatory" training session;1) It is illegal to have any sort of personality in a professional setting.2) Forget that you are any of the following; a woman, a man, a homosexual, straight, black, white, Asian, Hispanic, Indian, Jewish, catholic, Muslim,

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This is the post that is supposed to make me look good. This conversation took place today, all names have been changed to protect the innocent and to assure I don't loose my job.Erik; Between me and you, I tried to fly away but it didn't work out and I don't know why-t-; What happened?Erik; Who knows, I thought it was a done deal and now I feel like an idiot-t-; Fly where?Erik; A hedge fundErik;

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Someone from HR quit two weeks ago. I found out about it today. She sold her belongings and moved to Spain where she is currently working on an organic farm, picking grapes or something like that. See, some people have the ability to follow their dreams no matter how insane they may seem to others. Perhaps obtaining my degree isn't such a stretch.

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I sit in my workstation watching the procession unfold. He came in this morning and gave me a piece of paper letting me know I got a bonus and a raise. He didn't discuss my evaluation, or why he wrote those nasty things but the monetary compensation was enough to make me bow my head and agree to talk about it at some unforeseen time in the future. He gave the good news to those with promotions

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I am going to start my MBA in September. I have made the decision to do this with or without my bosses approval on my tuition reimbursement. I will attend a public university in New York City with a decent reputation for it's part time study program. If my boss does decide to give me the approval I so desperately need I will attend one of two high ranking private universities in New York. I can't

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No work posts today, I was out sick yesterday. Sick with a bout of family togetherness. Sunday my dad took me on a three hour ride to some gated community in Connecticut to look at a house he was interested in buying. Being hung over and exhausted I wasn't fully prepared for somebi-polar bonding time. When dad and I get together if either of us is off we throw the other one into a tail spin. He's

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I set up our visitor in the empty workstation. The normal occupant, a new hire of less then a week, was working from our midtown offices.As I logged her into the computer my eyes darted around the workstation checking to see if our new hire or the fired ex-employee had left anything personal I should squirrel away into a drawer to protect their privacy."You know," I began, "we now have two spare

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I remember in high school reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley and thinking about how perhaps the setting wasn't to far off from reality. If you haven't read the book quick synopsis to catch you up;Utopian world, everything is controlled by the makers and there are several levels of society, much like the Indian caste system.High ups, pretty, smart, perfect, mature early, have lots of sex and

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Business, as I have learned it is all about credit. Who gets it, who doesn't, who wants it but has no way of properly staking their claim; these issues are what big business is built on. Working at this bank for a little over a year I have seen people hired, fired, and those that have quit by the droves, fleeing their eminent demise before someone else could release the guillotine blade while the

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I have to admit I'm not a very shy person. Sure, take me to a party I'll cling to you for dear life but after a glass of wine or two I'm with four new best friends discussing all sorts of personal details that I probably should keep to myself. I'm not bashful about my sex life, and am a very forward thinking, open minded individual (or so I'd like to believe.) You don't find me cringing in the

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I apologize for not updating recently. But seeing as how those of you who stop by don't comment I'm not too remorseful.A new year a new chance. If you do read this on a semi regular basis please let me know how to make it more interesting, more captivating, funnier, prettier...Gosh I feel like I'm back in Middle School. Accept me, validate me, let me find in with the cool kids who pretend to

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New York is my home, its the only home I've even known. No other place in the world feels like New York does, loud and crass while at the same time maintaining elegance and class. To live in this great city is to carefully walk the tightrope of a thousand oxymorons all at once. To play both ends all the time pretending you're too good to engage in any of it in the first place.There are times when

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"Good luck getting around today..." Ah, what a lovely way to wake up this morning. The smug tones of the morning anchorman ready to tell me what transportation hell awaits outside the confines of my safe warm abode. "And we'll update you on the strike as new information comes in. Now lets turn it over to [token hispanic on the street reporter] who will give us all the info for our morning

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I've heard things about company holiday parties, I've been warned and talked to by friends and my father about what actually happens. I've seen commercials, television shows and movies that reference the "crazy times" but I had yet to see for myself. I'm no corporate advocate, if you can make a living on your own or by doing something that completely avoids the corporate world, then more power to

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Not to be cliche, but I do love New York. It's where I was born and raised. The contaminants of its thick, smoggy, summer air have permanently lodged themselves in my lung tissue and who knows what odd mutations flow through my veins from imbibing the local water. You can hear New York in the way I drop my r's just slightly, enough to inform you of where I'm from but not so much that you would

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"One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that ones work is terribly important." -Bertrand Russel-And though I hate to fly this makes it worth all the stress and valium.

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I was out yesterday, I took a much deserved vacation day after dealing with liars, babies and whiners for a solid month I felt it was my time to sit in the tub with my drug of choice, nothing to get your panties in a bunch over I'm not an addict and doing anything hardcore even near a body of water no less in it is not something I would put on my to do list. So there I was sitting in warm water

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I am stuck in an interesting position, I am halfway between management and the common worker. Please don't mistake me for actually being a manager, its just that in my position I work close enough with them to have a good grasp on the manipulation tactics that someone with out such exposure to the "elite" may not have. I know how to stroke an ego, and placate a bullshit need. I can gaze deep into

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No less blog, so I'm sorry to those who like to read on a regular basis, today the company moved and between dealing with the bitching and the complaining, and if I get time to do the unpacking I just can't be witty or angry or even pretend to care today. Check back tomorrow. Something juicy, I promise*-t-*

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The department is moving tomorrow, moving to a different office in a different building. I have been placed in charge of this assignment, well I was in charge until it was ripped out of my hands and given to a woman who "needed something to do." Even though I protested it was to no avail, I work for a foreign bank and if your country of origin happens to be the same as the banks then yay for you!

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The department is moving tomorrow, moving to a different office in a different building. I have been placed in charge of this assignment, well I was in charge until it was ripped out of my hands and given to a woman who "needed something to do." Even though I protested it was to no avail, I work for a foreign bank and if your country of origin happens to be the same as the banks then yay for you!

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I have taken a phone call today and am contemplating whether I should follow up or abandon it. It was a recruiter, again, I feel so popular, every body wants some.This one was recommended my name by a friend of mine. To them I'm a nice size commission, to me it could be an entirely new disaster. Do I really want to partake in the absurdity of the interview process? Sell my self like a product,

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I had on a suit that didn't belong to me and high heels that I had yet to grow accustomed to. I sat in the large office squinting a bit under that flattering corporate lighting, and looking around hoping to pick up a bit of the person I was to talk to. The recruiter had prepped me over the phone but his estimation of the man I was to meet was lacking in clarity. So I waited and I sat and he typed

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I have a disorder, and though it has gotten some media attention as of late, it will never be anything fabulous like anorexia or chic like cocaine abuse. There are no celebrities openly seeking "help" for their bi-polar tendencies, and the only time you see someone afflicted by it in media portrayal they are off their rocker and undressing in the street, or killing themselves with a shotgun.I

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After years of habitation in New York "fucking" City, I have been forced to move. I am not alone in my exile, many of those who grew up and went to school with me have also been forced out of the city limits they called home. Now keep in mind when I say New York City, I mean Manhattan, don't go all 5 borough postal on me, just understand that if it was all NYC then your mailing addresses would

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My old job, or what ever one would call it was working for a family company that produced kosher, healthy, vegetarian frozen products. There was also a side business of importing hardware fixtures such as knobs and pulls. It wasn't so much a career as it was a way-station on my path towards adult hood. The hours were okay, on Fridays I was dismissed before 2 as to keep the company Kosher, and any

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We had a beach house. Well, it wasn't just ours we shared it with two other families and to be perfectly honest it wasn't mine it belonged to my grandparents. They bought the house about thirty or so years ago with my grandfathers sister, her husband and a third couple with whom they were friends with for a long time.It was a modest house, large but a summer home with no insulation and exposed

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Some one quit today and as they traipsed out the front door for the last time I thought I caught a whiff of freedom at their heels.Or maybe it was just maple syrup.

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When I was in middle school I hated it. All I wanted to do was grow older and go to high school, because lets be honest, do you remember what a little shit you were back then? Classes of 25 to 35; 11, 12, and 13 year olds experiencing puberty and responsibility for the first time, herded together in some sort of "only the strong survive" environment.Then there was high school, surely it had to be

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Never question a superior, even if said superior is a bloated, know nothing, jack ass. They are your superior and therefore are superior to you.

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A co-worker stopped at my desk today, scanning my photographs as she asked about an accounting publication I was supposed to have been working on. Her eyes paused on one particular photograph, one of my sister and I hugging in front of my family's old beach house.I cherish this picture because it reminds me of the house we never should have sold and the pure unabandoned love that I can feel for

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I am the youngest person in my department. Perhaps by as much as 5 years junior. I only say this because not a day goes by where I am not reminded of how my status is a direct reflection of my age. Those with "experience" look at my face, devoid of any signs of a life well lived and smile to themselves about how I have so much to look forward to, so much to experience. I imagine that in my few

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Sometimes we forget what its about. Its not the drinking, or the French maids with their panties peeking out from the hems of their skirts, I don't even think its the candy (though I may have gorged myself on a few too many peppermint patties last night.)I watched a tiny Flash Gordon jump up and down while his eyes smiled broader then his mouth ever could screaming " Mommy, mommy, look, Batman!

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I've read so many lives, so many tales. I think my life is mundane in comparison. I stare at your printed words, thoughts and ideas broken down from the 1's and 0's and translated to experiences and emotions, and I feel empty inside. I thought I'd give it a try. Perhaps this will work out, or like many of the hobbies and activities I've picked up over the years it will pass and my only reminder

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