Oh Na Na! Not Today Boo Boo

Hello to all of my lovely readers! It's been quite a while but I have just been a busy bee running around and trying to get things done. So... where should I start?

I guess I could start by basically recounting the bad. And believe me, there is plenty of it to go around. So I  received a call for interview for a place. Let's just say it's retailer that specializes in toys. I'll spare names to save the guilty. I went to the interview and it turned out to be a group interview. This was basically my first group interview ever so I didn't really know what to expect but as always I just went with it. It was a pretty long ordeal and I was definitely glad when it was over. I went home and got ready to go to the city to meet up with people. On my way to the bus stop I decided to check my e-mail and guess what? I got one of those generic rejection e-mails. Thanks but no thanks. Oh what a low blow. I mean obviously it's not my dream job but this gurl has bills to pay. So as my broke and unemployed self was waiting for a friend to get out of work, this homeless man came up to me and asked me about the symbols on my shirt. I was wearing a shirt that basically had symbols for different sexes and like all paired up and a big heart in the middle. Very pro-love/queer. So basically this homeless man accosted me and told me that "this nation will not tolerate it!". My response? "Tough..." and I looked away. I swear I cannot make this stuff up.

Thank baby J that the day ended on an amazing note! I had such a great time with a couple of friends. There's nothing that wine, pizza, and good friends can't fix.

Any new employment prospects? Of course! I actually have a job. I can stay in the area and won't have to go back to Texas. It's a new Indian/Pakistani food place that will be opening next week. I actually really liked the food I got to try during my first training session. I'm still going to look for a second job because I'm not so sure this one is going to give me enough hours to support my lavish lifestyle. I'm also working on something with a couple of friends(the ones I hung out with after the homeless man incident)that has taken on the title "Project Russia". I don't want to give away too many details just yet. But it would involve me going back to the motherland.

Everybody has dreams, but not everyone chases them. I was actually terrified before I found this position at the restaurant. I was quite scared that I would have to pack up my goodies and take myself back to the lone star state. It seems silly to think about, but it's the truth. I think what has helped me a lot is the people I surround myself with. My friends. Spending time with them makes me realize how interdependent we all are. I think that we are taught that to be an adult is to be an independent and responsible person. But in these last few weeks I have seriously questioned the "independent" aspect. When you get down to it. Nobody is really independent. We all depend on others. I rely on others for an innumerable amount of things, as others rely on me for the same. In the end, I think it's those connections that we have to each other that make us who we are.

Actually, Big Gurls Do Cry

Hello to all of my lovely readers! It has been about a week since I've settled into Yonkers so it's definitely time for a little update.

Paying my landlord(who is an awesome Irish lady!) made me feel like I was finally an adult. But let me be a little honest. Settling into the so-called adult life is not as glamourous as I expected. I am really going to have to be smart about how and where I spend my money because this gurl is on a tight budget. This goes for everything from essentials like toothpaste and bath soap to food. And being the foodie that I am, I will share with you some places I have found in NYC that are pretty cheap if you want to just grab a quick bite to eat. And I do mean quick. The places I'm going to tell you about have barely any room to sit and next to no customer service. I found a pizza place called 2 Bros Pizza that has a deal for 2 slices of plain cheese pizza a drink for $2.75. How can you beat that in the Big Apple? I also decided to venture out into Chinatown and explore a little bit to take a break from cover letters and e-mails. I found a place called Fried Dumpling and they offer 5 dumplings for a dollar. Of course I will be honest and say that these are not great dumplings but when you're looking for something cheap it does the trick. I also stumbled upon a bakery that had AMAZING pork buns. They are only 80 cents a pop so I had to try one. I don't think I've ever had a better pork bun in my life. The dough was soft and slightly sweet and the pork filling was so tender.! If you are ever in Chinatown you should definitely stop by Mei Li Wah Bakery and try one of these little treats.

So moving on from food. I have had to seek out free wifi since we don't have internet yet in the apartment. I have a monthly metro card so I go into the city pretty often. I think I am here almost everyday. Obviously in NYC it's pretty easy to find a spot where I can pick up wifi. I usually will go to the public library or Starbucks for some free internet access. So in that department I am totally set.

Like I mentioned it's been a week since I got to the area so I am starting to feel completely settled in. But how does it really feel? I feel terrified, excited, happy, anxious, unsure, and angry. Those emotions flow in and out of me at anytime during the day. I am terrified because I honestly don't know what the future holds. Nobody knows. I don't know how long this adventure of mine will last. This fear is what leads to my anxiety over job hunting. Part of me is ready and willing to write the cover letter, attach it to my resume and send it off into the oblivion of cyberspace. That same part is what drives me to do all the "right" things. I call places to do the obligatory followup jig. I contact people(complete strangers at times might I add) in order to network and hear their stories. But the other part of me wants to give up. This is the part I have to hold back and restrain when speaking to my parents. It would be so easy to tell them to have my room ready because I'm coming home. But I don't. And I won't. I'm a tough bitch. This is what I really want and I will get it. That is how I feel.

Oh and by the way. I'm kind of famous.


It's no big. I'm only on a billboard in Amsterdam. Thank you Michael Sharkey. xoxo

Go Big or Go Home

All my life I've been good but now... I'm moving to Yonkers?

Summer has been quite the ride. For those of you who don't know what has been happening I will give a little update. I've been living in the suburbs outside of Philadelphia with a close friend of mine. He and his mother were gracious enough to host me. Quickly after graduation I was in need of a job so I sent out a few applications in hopes of getting some sweet minimum wage gigs. Don't worry! I was working much harder actual job applications. I landed a spot in Wally World and that's pretty much were I spent most of my time during summer. I worked in the Health and Beauty Aids department which was my first choice because there was no way I was going to slave away in the heat gathering carts. Working at Wal-Mart was very interesting to say the very least. I actually enjoyed the company of the people working in my department. They were all very nice ladies. What I didn't enjoy so much? The rude customers. For some reason people thought I had the power to bring back their favorite brand of Garnier Fructis even though the company had discontinued it 6 months ago.

Now fast forward. I quit Wal-Mart because I had finally saved up enough to find a place to stay in or near NYC for a little bit and chase my dream. I found a place to live and I am moving in tomorrow. It's actually a nice setup since I already know the person I will be sharing an apartment with. It's not in NYC but it's pretty damn close to it. I mean it's only temporary, right?

So...I am unemployed... I have a limited amount of money... and I only have a suitcase with my belongings in it. I am definitely and certifiably insane. But I have a dream. I have a college education. And I have the drive and determination. I am really banking on this little stint to be a success. If I do not succeed at this, as the title of my post quite literally states, I will  go home. Home for the moment is Texas. I really do not want to see this as a possibility so you know I will be working my butt off to get settled into the city. Essentially my job will be to get a job.

I wanted to create this blog in order to document and share my shenanigans while I try to figure out this thing called life. I will hopefully be adding photo and video too so watch out for those posts. Jesus take the wheel!