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UNEMPLOYED!

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 08:45:03 GMT

To make a long story short, I'm unemployed because I wouldn't apologize to a co-worker for something I did not feel I should apologize for. the New York City streets. I'm unemployed. This too shall pass, and I will have something to smile about until it does pass. ... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

Who let the...

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 22:53:39 GMT

... dogs men out? Why did the cost of my large tea go up a quarter? *sigh* All in one week and all between 8a.m. and 9a.m. on the way to work (except for pinky ring guy which was today around noon). In every single moment, I was wearing my ginormous sunglasses, so all these men could really see was my body, my hair, and half of my face. I could have a freakin' third eyeball, or hairy mole... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

It will be good to know who he is...

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 05:03:58 GMT

Barclay Martin breezed into my life during a warm summer night in July of 2005. The road he has travelled since has taken him so much farther than most people travel in a lifetime.
Barclay, himself, is a charming easy going man with a smile in his eyes, and a deep understanding of the human condition. One can not help but feel a little bit more peaceful in his presence. He' ll make you feel a... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

"Wow, you must be in really good shape..."

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 23:20:27 GMT

The moment I feel somewhat helpless, like a situation is bigger than me, is when I am at my weakest. Those are the moments I feel out of control and wrecked.

In my profession, I have the of dealing with mostly men. General contractors, subcontractors, IT guys, brokers, real estate agents, landlords, building supers, building maintenence guys, CEOs (clients), project managers, MEP engineers... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

Prettily Chapped Lips, NYC

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 00:07:05 GMT

On a blustery Friday morning while riding the A train all the way up to Dyckman street for a morning to be spent outside in the fudging cold measuring the ins and outs of a dilapidated building, my poor dehydrated chapped lips screamed at me in thirst. I searched for my lip balm. I searched through both my ginormous purse and the ginormous bag I was carrying with all the architectural survey tool... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]