Stuff.
So Kitri and I went to the Museum. We get there about 4pm. The fucking museum closes at 5:45pm. On a Saturday. What a crock of shit.
Icing on the cake - the underground entrance to the trains is locked down at some point in the afternoon - leaving several hundred people jammed at the entrance trying to get through two gates.
One would think the MTA would have the good sense to keep the regular turnstiles open until the museum cleared out.
So we wandered back over to this restaurant called Serendipity's, which Kitri has been raving about since I first started dating her.
The wait list, in the freezing cold and rain, is two fucking hours.
So I make a reservation for Wednesday, and we hang around for a bit. 45 minutes go by, the place is more crowded, I go in to check the wait. The host admonishes me, saying that I should wait one and a half hours after putting my name on the list before checking in again.
There's nothing to do, it's cold and raining. We split for Roosevelt Island, grab a bite to eat at the restaurant there, she goes home, I go home.
Last week was my best week in about four weeks - a whopping 6 hours of work. Client A is having a budget crunch, Client B hasn't determined what work really needs to be done for the new year, Client C is asexually reproducing into two clients, one of which will not be using my company for it's computer work.
What I had saved up for taxes is quickly turning into the money that's keeping me afloat.
Suckage.
I might be looking again for other part time work.
Hope everyone is well.
Peace.
David
Icing on the cake - the underground entrance to the trains is locked down at some point in the afternoon - leaving several hundred people jammed at the entrance trying to get through two gates.
One would think the MTA would have the good sense to keep the regular turnstiles open until the museum cleared out.
So we wandered back over to this restaurant called Serendipity's, which Kitri has been raving about since I first started dating her.
The wait list, in the freezing cold and rain, is two fucking hours.
So I make a reservation for Wednesday, and we hang around for a bit. 45 minutes go by, the place is more crowded, I go in to check the wait. The host admonishes me, saying that I should wait one and a half hours after putting my name on the list before checking in again.
There's nothing to do, it's cold and raining. We split for Roosevelt Island, grab a bite to eat at the restaurant there, she goes home, I go home.
Last week was my best week in about four weeks - a whopping 6 hours of work. Client A is having a budget crunch, Client B hasn't determined what work really needs to be done for the new year, Client C is asexually reproducing into two clients, one of which will not be using my company for it's computer work.
What I had saved up for taxes is quickly turning into the money that's keeping me afloat.
Suckage.
I might be looking again for other part time work.
Hope everyone is well.
Peace.
David