The Sixty Minute Commute

There is a moment, in the morning commute along the BQE when from my view from the middle of a stuffed express bus, a slender church steeple lines up perfectly with the skyline silhouette of the Empire State Building.

There. Right there. It hits me. I'm a commuter. I'm a city-working-gal. I eat ten dollar lunches and buy unlimited ride express bus metro cards. I ride an elevator seventeen floors every morning and have a dual-screen computer at my desk.

Welcome to the Real World, Kae.

Turns out I got that job. The one I wrote the cheeky cover letter for. It works, I tell ya. So now I work full time, and make money, and spend it. So this is what they warned me about? What?

Ya know, I would tell older friends "yea I'm in college, almost done" and they'd look at me as though I was about to get hit with a 50 ton lead brick. So yes, they take ridiculous amounts of money out of my paycheck every week for taxes. Yes, life is expensive. Yes, credit cards and bills pile up.

Where's the brick?

I just don't get it. Maybe I speak too soon. After all, today was only my third day. I'm staying later because one of the CEO's invited me to a "Landmark Forum". It's supposed to be empowering, but how he speaks of it I'm afraid it's going to be brainwashing. It involves having an understanding of the different modes in which the mind works-- and from what I've heard so far I just don't agree. So it is dangerous to go. Because I don't want to disagree with the boss the first week on the job! But I can't help it... I was born to argue.

Which, by the way, I argued a ridiculous lap-top-fixing bill down by 25$ today. I dropped off my laptop last week to be inspected and they said a $55 diagnostic fee and they'd call to let me know any other fees. They didn't inform me of any other fees, and when my sister went to pick up the laptop today for me they told her the bill came to $110! All they did was clear the dust out of the case, because it had been blocking the fan and overheating the computer. So I went into the building bathroom and yelled for 45 minutes (as sweetly as possible) and we came to a compromise. Yes, I'll pay 20 on top of the diagnostic fee to have them wipe away some dust, and that is still rape. But forget $110. Are they insane?

So my laptop is home now.

That doesn't mean I'll have internet access, though. I need a new wireless card and all that jazz. Even then, I'll have to be at a Starbucks or library to log in.

I may intermittently blog.

In other news, I still live near a Muddy Cup.

As I texted to the Artist the other night, "it's funny how home follows you...home, sometimes."

And ain't it the truth.

Well let's see what follows me on November 1.