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Observations from the wagon: day 8

2014-09-04T21:58:00.000-04:00

So sobriety is finding my a little less irritable overall, my mood has gone from “extremely murderous” to merely "very murderous” - practically zen for a New Yorker - in just 8 short days, as proved by my subway ride this morning where I did not have the urge to kill ANYONE, not even the man who decided he could not possibly go one stop without reading his free Metro paper, which he held about an inch from my face, putting me at serious risk of a paper cut. Tsk!!! Admittedly I did passive aggressively get out my Kindle and reclaim my personal space, but still….I did not have the urge to push him violently from the car!! Success!! Just imagine how mellow I will be in 3 more weeks.*

*Probably so desperate for wine I’ll be snatching glasses of Chardonnay out of the hands of customers seated at outdoor restaurant tables.

On the wagon

2014-09-03T21:59:00.000-04:00

After a particularly boozy couple of weeks while my parents were visiting from England I've decided to give my liver and kidneys a bit of a break and abstain from alcohol for the next 4 weeks. Today is day 7, not that I'm counting you understand. Ahem!!
I was talking to my friend Melissa at dinner on Friday - where I consumed nothing more potent than a San Pellegrino with my tasty upscale tacos - and mentioned that by my calculation I've probably been drinking more than I probably should for about 6 years now, having slowly fallen into the habit of having a glass or two - occasionally 3 - every night with dinner.

"I feel the same way," she said, "it's probably been about 6 years for me too. Somehow its become much more socially acceptable to drink, I can't tell you the number of times I've seen that photo of the woman with the massive glass of wine posted on Facebook."

Now we New Yorkers generally seem to like our booze quite a bit, so when you tell people that you've decided to give up drinking for a month the typical response tends to be "but...but...why would you do that?"

Me: Because I feel I've been drinking too much and I want to break myself of the habit

Them: But you don't drink too much, you drink the same as me!!

Which says it all really.

Not that I'm judging my heavier drinking friends if they are fine with their habits, I don't feel that things are so bad that I need to stage an intervention for any of them, but my personal drinking habits don't sit so well with me, so I'm making an effort to do something about it. So far it's not been as bad as I anticipated, I have not been tempted to snatch up a glass of Chardonnay from someone's table at an outdoor cafe and glug it down, so in my book I'm doing pretty well, even though life has tested my resolve a few times this week by:

Giving me the gift of persistent insomnia. Joy!!
Having my laptop crash and die while I was working from home on Labor Day, resulting in the loss of about 12 hours worth of weekend work (aaaaiiiieeeeeeeee!!!)
The agency where I work coming close, but ultimately losing yet another new business pitch (NB: must update resume)
A favorite work colleague resigning
Having to walk through Times Square to get to my Pilates class

Admittedly there have been times when I've reached for chocolate - don't tell me I don't know how to eat my feelings - but so far I've resisted opening any of the wine I have at home, so big pat on the back for me.

Only 21 days to go!!

Jellyfish Alert

2014-07-26T20:31:00.001-04:00

I'm at home drinking wine this fine Saturday evening, feeling a little blue after having brunch with a friend that I haven't seen in about 8months.

She turned up in a figure hugging cocktail dress and about 20lbs lighter than the last time I'd seen her - super skinny with tiny twig arms, since she wasn't what you'd call even slightly overweight before - and said to me....

"Oh you look great, have you put on weight? It really suits you."

Ouch!!

What the fuck!! Who says that to someone?

For the record I have NOT put on weight!!

I was reminded of the scene in Bridget Jones where she says of someone "Talking to her is like swimming in a sea and being stung repeatedly by an enormous jellyfish."

Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh. I think it will be another 8months before we brunch again!!

A Fool & Her Money: Cronut Edition

2013-07-11T21:38:00.004-04:00

I frequently read in the media that New York is in the grip of a Cronut frenzy, seemingly the bastard offspring of a croissant and a doughnut; a concoction dreamed up in the twisted brain of pastry mastermind Dominique Ansel.

http://dominiqueansel.com/cronut-101/

Lines form before 5am at his Spring St bakery which opens at 8am. Recently Huffington Post blogger, Andy Campbell, posted this photo of the Cronut queue to his Twitter.

https://twitter.com/AndyBCampbell/status/352393845000007680/photo/1

Demand has been so high that cronuts have been limited to 2 per person. I find all of this to be completely mind boggling, but then I hate doughnuts, so as far as I'm concerned the cronut is a good croissant ruined.

Anywayyyyy this afternoon I was chatting with one of our Account Planners and she told me that yesterday one of the Asst. Account Execs lined up for cronuts to bring them in for a client meeting. At 5am she was the 10th person in line and said that the first 3 people in the queue looked as if they were homeless. As it got close to opening time there were at least 200 people waiting. The homeless guys went to the back of the line in turn and sold their places for $300 a piece. Apparently one woman bought all 3 spots, which netted her a total 6 cronuts for $900!!

SIX CRONUTS FOR NINE HUNDRED DOLLARS!!

I'm told Dominique Ansel charges $5 per cronut!!

Fair play to the homeless guys!!

Blurred Lines With Puppets

2013-07-10T19:55:00.002-04:00

Much as I enjoy the song - at least when I don't pay too much attention to those spurious lyrics, "You know you want it?" Um...no, I don't thanks, get the f**k away from me - the video is just tired. I mean seriously, using naked women to promote your product. How original. Pht!! This version below, which a friend sent to me today, is soooooo much better!!!

Paris: A Few More Photos From Day 2

2013-06-30T20:30:00.003-04:00

I woke up at 5.30am on my second day in Paris, which surprised me, because usually when I am in the UK visiting family the time difference makes it hard to get up before 10am. Melissa was awake about an hour later and we readied ourselves to head for breakfast at Bread & Roses at 7 Rue De Fleurus/62 Rue Madame.

http://www.breadandroses.fr/boutiques.php

After sating ourselves with coffee and croissants we walked the 2.5miles to the St Paul Metro station to join with a Paris Walks tour of the Marais.

We arrived about half an hour too early for the tour so we killed time by pottering around the Place Des Vosges - the oldest planned square in Paris, built by Henri IV between 1605-1612 on the site of the Hôtel des Tournelles, a former royal estate - and the Carnavalet Museum; a free museum dedicated to the history of Paris.

Place Des Vosges

At 10am on Saturday morning the square was very peaceful, but when we returned at the end of the tour, around noon, it was full of French families enjoying picnics with many an open bottle of champagne. "I like how the French picnic," said Melissa.

The picnics explained the proliferation of hugely fat pigeons, like these two enjoying a morning shower in one of the fountains.

As pigeons go they were quite photogenic in the Place Des Vosges

One of the first stops on the tour was the Hôtel de Beauvais former home of Catherine Bellier, wife of Pierre de Beauvais, who was a lady in waiting to Anne of Austria. Apparently Catherine and Anne were very close with Catherine administering the Queen Mother her colonics. Yikes!!! A 38-year old Catherine was also rumored to have shown Anne's son, the 14 year old Louis XIV, a very good time - at Anne's request - by providing him with a practical demonstration of the facts of life. Louis and Anne were lovers for 2-years after which time she was awarded an estate and a pension by the dowager Queen Anne, using the money to commission architect Antoine Le Pautre to design and build the Hôtel de Beauvais in 1657. Today the building is used as an administrative court.

Hotel de Beauvais, 68 rue Francois-Miron, Paris

One of the benefits of the Paris Walks tour, led by Oriel, is that we got to go inside the courtyard. The home was built on the site of a 13th Century mansion, which Catherine had knocked down, although she left the cellars intact for the servants. Nice of her eh!! The facade of the building is in the French Baroque style, the name given to French architecture during the reigns of Louis XIII, Louis XIV and Louis XV (1610-1774).

Despite not being blessed in the looks department Catherine was purportedly not short of lovers, it being fashionable at the time to imitate the king, and she was very much in demand in the bedroom department, counting the Archbishop de Sens, Henri-Louis de Gondrin, among her lovers. This carved stone figure, or grotesque, in the courtyard of the Hôtel de Beauvais is supposedly of Catherine.

According to Leonard Pitt in "Walks Through Lost Paris:A journey into the heart of historic Paris," Catherine grew ugly and heavy as she aged, although never lost her strong sexual appetite but was reduced to paying for sexual favors. When her husband died in 1674 she was saddled with huge debts and became a pauper. In the end she lived destitute at the Hôtel de Beauvais as merely a renter.

Catherine wasn't the only notable resident of the townhouse. In 1763, when the building was in the possession of the Bavarian Ambassador he was visited by Mr. Leopold Mozart and family, including a 7-year old Wolfgang. During his stay the young prodigy performed for the royal family at Versailles.

Further along the Rue Francois-Miron at the corner of the tiny, pedestrian only, Rue Cloche Percé stand wood framed houses whose construction dates back to the 14th Century. The pitched roofs allow rainwater to drain down the sides of the buildings. The wooden frames of these buildings meant they were a serious fire risk with fires jumping quickly from building to building and in 1607 Henri IV ordered the buildings to be covered with plaster of Paris to prevent the spread of fire.

11 & 13, rue Francois Miron

"I'm told it's now a swingers club" said our guide, Oriel. A quick look at Google confirms that the building at number 13 does indeed now house the Au Pluriel Club, which describes itself as "Adult swingers Club in the 4th district of Paris." Enter at your own risk.

After a quick tour around a Saturday market we made our way to the Church of St Gervais et St Protais, one of the oldest churches in Paris whose existence in this location is mentioned as early as the 4th century. The present church building is in the Gothic style and was begun in 1474 and completed in 1578. Since 1975 the church has been the headquarters of the Monastic Fraternities of Jerusalem, who are devoted to monastic life within an urban context with most of it's members working part-time jobs.

The Church of St Gervais et St Protais

At the back of the church are a number of misericords, also known as a mercy seat, a small wooden shelf used for support when having to stand for long periods, since prayers in the early medieval church were said standing with uplifted hands. The old or infirm could use crutches or, as time went on, a misericordia, which literally means "act of mercy". According to our guide, Oriel, the seats in St Gervais et St Protais were used by the priests and would typically be shielded from the view of the standing parishioners by a rood screen, an ornate partition between the chancel and the nave, so that they wouldn't be able to see the priests having a break. The seats could be turned up to expose a small shelf underneath which could be leaned against. They were often beautifully carved with detailed scenes, despite being hidden underneath the seats.

Misericords in the church of St Gervais et St Protais

The church at St Gervais et St Protais has 21 mid-16th century misericords (dating from 1556) and 21 from the early 17th century. Most Parisian churches had their carvings removed and burnt during the fuel shortage that resulted from the siege of Paris (1870-1871).

A woman cavorts with a fool. Supposedly a damning indictment of women, but women more often than not cavort with men so....I'm just saying!!

The next stop on the tour was the Shoah Memorial. According to TripAdvisor the memorial "opened in 2005 as a bridge between contemporaries of the Holocaust and those who have not experienced it" and also houses the Center of Contemporary Jewish Documentation (YSC) founded during the Second World War to gather documentary evidence of the destruction of European Jews.

Outside the museum is "le mur des justes", a wall of names of those who helped the Jews in France during World War II. Apparently the wall is featured in the fictional film Sarah's Key, an adaptation of the book by Tatiana de Rosnay, which follows an American journalist's present-day investigation into the Vel' d'Hiv Roundup of Jews in German-occupied Paris in 1942. Irene Nemirovsky's Suite Francaise also tells a story of being a Jew in Nazi occupied France.

I'm going to end this here as I feel it's getting lengthy, but I'll continue reporting on the tour in a day or two, but below is the tour route so far, beginning on the far right at the St Paul Metro station.

Tour of Le Marais, Paris

Paris: A few photos from Day 1

2013-06-29T17:52:00.002-04:00

One of my favorite things about my recent trip to Paris was the way the street cafes make absolutely no pretense about blatantly facilitating people watching. I wish New York cafes would take note.

On our first day we covered about 6 miles as the crow flies. I felt as if we walked much further, but all in all not bad considering we were sleep deprived after taking the red eye from New York.

I suspect we realistically walked a couple of miles more than that as we got lost once - took a wrong turn out of Jardin Du Luxembourg and ended up back in the vicinity of our Montparnasse hotel instead of by the Seine - and retrod our ground a few times. We didn't really have a destination in mind, beyond our curiosity concerning the Paris Plages, or beaches, and my curiosity about a public pool on a barge in the Seine named for Josephine Baker.

Photo by Alexandrealari http://www.panoramio.com/photo/6913931

It wasn't the most picturesque route, although initially it did take us past Notre Dame.

Before all that though we headed for Montparnasse Tower, which is a great spot for taking in an amazing view of Paris that includes the Eiffel Tower.

During our walk we saw this amazing public art on the quai d'austerlitz. Apparently it's the work of street artist IDEM who was looking to give the impression of a giant over flowing paint pot.

After crossing the Pont de Bercy we walked up the Qual de la Rapee to Avenue Ledru Rollin and headed to Le Bistrot du Peintre for an early dinner, which I'd read about in Eloisa James's Paris In Love. I think I ordered badly. I was a bit over faced by the circular cake of salmon in fromage frais topped with layers of smoked salmon served with a side salad. Not that it was bad, not in the least; it was just too much salmon for me, but Melissa loved her dish of roast chicken on a bed of ratatouille.

We took the metro back to the hotel after dinner and I was snoozing by 8pm, 2pm New York time. Come to think of it we never did see Paris Plages!!

I'm not thinking of returning to online dating...

2013-06-24T22:23:00.001-04:00

...but if I were the story I heard from Michelle in Pilates class tonight really wouldn't help.

"I knew he might be a little weird from our phone conversation," she told me "but I thought 'what the hell, give him a chance', so I went to dinner with him on Saturday night."

"And?"

"It didn't go well. Right off the bat he told me I was asking him weird questions."

"Like what?"

"How was your day?"

Apparently he was also really paranoid and thought everyone was talking about them. "That woman at the next table is talking about your hair," he told her.

"I was 18-inches from the woman at the next table. If she'd been talking about me I would have known," said Michelle. "After that he told me that a woman at the other end of the bar kept staring at me. He also complained that he didn't like the restaurant, which HE chose."

After they'd finished their meal she excused herself to go to the bathroom

"The waiter kept giving me sympathy eyes, I couldn't wait to get out of there. I was relieved to see that he'd asked for the check when I walked back to the table."

"How were the bathrooms?" he asked.

"Fine," she shrugged "okay I guess."

"Did you poop?"

Apparently she just stared at him.

"Did he think he was being funny?" I asked her. She'd told me earlier that he was in finance, so I was picturing the overgrown adolescent type who doesn't fraternize with too many women on a day to day basis.

"Nooooooooooooo!!! He was deadly serious."

Lordy lordy!! Who asks someone that? This is what's out there ladies. At least she has a story out of it!!

So en route to Pilates tower class tonight I see this guy...

2013-06-05T22:00:00.001-04:00

Barely anyone batted an eyelid!!

Why hello there!!

2013-06-01T15:31:00.001-04:00

In preparation for my upcoming trip to Paris I've been doing my usual research, largely restaurant and bar focused research - you can keep The Louvre, I want to experience Paris as a Parisienne - but I've also read a couple of memoirs by American authors who have recently lived there. The first book I read was Rosecrans Baldwin's "Paris, I love you, but you're bringing me down", which was an enjoyable read, especially when I realized part-way through that the advertising agency where he worked as a copywriter was an agency where I'd also spent a part of my career. I read Rosecrans' book partly as research and partly as a deterrent to the possibility of me arriving in Paris and deciding never to leave. I've always been a huge Francophile and when I initially moved to New York I thought I'd be here for a year or two at the max, and after that I'd move to either San Francisco or, more likely, Paris. That was where my head was in 2000, but in 2 weeks I'll celebrate my 13th anniversary of moving to New York. Still, despite being very settled in New York, I've never quite given up on the idea of living in Paris at some point in my life, even if it's just for a short while, but not just yet. I thought from the title of Rosecrans' book, his memoir would serve to diminish my rose tinted fantasy and mitigate the risk of my deciding never to come back. It didn't change my rosy view of the city. I think only actually living in Paris could do that, but I do believe that the risk of me deciding never to return to New York on this particular trip is considerably reduced.

After that I started Eloisa James' "Paris in love: a memoir," a fun read which is essentially a collection of Twitter and Facebook posts she wrote while living there. Eloisa James' memoir is where I first heard mention of Dalloyau Patisserie......I think I'm in love.

On the website, below the description of the cake, is written "Pour votre santé, pratiquez une activité physique régulière." For your health, practice regular physical activity :-)

It's all about balance people!!

Dipping a toe in Wales

2013-05-31T22:58:00.000-04:00

Urk!!! I cannot believe I fly to Paris next week!!! I haven't even started to think about what I am going to pack which is most unlike me. I've usually made a preliminary list at least 2 weeks in advance, but this time I haven't got a clue what's appropriate having lost the ability to dress for Summer in Northern Europe. I only know how to dress for Summer in sticky, hot, humid, stinky New York - can you tell Summer is my least favorite season in NYC? I'm sorry, but it smells of hot garbage and dog urine, it really isn't the most pleasant season in the city. Melissa and I will only be in Paris for a couple of days, after that we take the Eurostar to London for 2 days, followed by a day in Wales - as is Melissa's want - and then onto Yorkshire to see my family.

"Wales??" Exclaimed my mother in a tone people usually employ when they find out about a rat infestation. "Why does Melissa want to go to Wales?"

It should be noted that my parents do not consider a vacation to be worth taking if it does not include a guaranteed daily temperature of at least 80F and a golden sandy beach.

"Mother, Wales is chock full of natural beauty. Have you seen the Brecon Beacons?"

Heathen!!

Actually the primary reason Melissa wants to go to Wales is to check it off her list of countries to get her closer to membership of the Traveler's Century Club. She's well on her way with a country tally somewhere in the mid-60s. Mine - and note that among the majority of my friends I am considered well traveled - is a piffling 25 or thereabouts.

I had nothing against visiting Wales, afterall Tenby was the site of many a happy childhood vacation, however I wasn't exactly filled with joy at spending hours on a train to get there, but then research led me to Abergavenny, a market town in Monmouthshire that's a mere 6-miles from the English border*. Not only is Abergavenny only 2 and a half hours from London it also boasts a boutique hotel and not one, but two Michelin starred restaurants. Abergavenney sounds like my kind of market town.

*"Not Welsh enough" claimed Debs' Welsh born husband.

A New Crush

2013-05-28T21:44:00.000-04:00

I went out for dinner a couple of Fridays ago with one of the junior account girls that I get along well with, Maria. We went to the meatball shop on Greenwich Avenue which was nice, although not as amazing as I was hoping it would be giving how mad everyone seems to be for their meatballs. I thought the chicken ones were very good, but the beef ones were quite ordinary and too densely packed with meat for my liking. We had a very nice evening though and since Maria also lives on the Upper East Side we walked over to Union Square to catch the train together and then walked around the UES for a bit chatting until she had to head off and meet her boyfriend at Pinkberry for frozen yogurt.

En route to Pinkberry, we passed a guy who gave me a bit of a hard stare. I nudged Maria and told her that I would have put money on the fact that it was the same guy I'd endured a less than pleasant date with about a year or so earlier. As a result the conversation turned to general chit chat about dating and out of nowhere Maria blurted "You should date Mike McCormick."

Honestly it was so out of the blue it took my brain a few seconds to work out what she'd said. Mike McCormick is an Executive Creative Director that was hired by the agency with great fanfare late last year. "Where did that come from?" I asked

"I have SUCH a crush on him. You should date him for me. He's single." It should be noted that she isn't single and has the cutest boyfriend ever, but boyfriend withstanding she went on to tell me that all the junior account girls have a massive thing for Mike and get really nervous when they have to talk to him about work.

"He barely remembers my name, but he's sooooo....." she mooned

It was with fresh eyes that I looked at Mike McCormick on the following Monday and yup...hot!! At least that day!! He's one of those people I go back and forth on dependent on what he's wearing. He's a silver fox no doubt, about the same age as me - cough almost 42 cough - but about a foot taller and broad shouldered enough to wear a checkered lumberjack style shirt with aplomb. It makes him look useful, like he could put up shelves that would actually stay up. I suspect that's probably false advertising given my experience of the average New York man's ability at home improvement type activities, but still he looks the part....sigh!!

I emailed my friend Deesha in Kansas City to tell her about my new potential work distraction to which she responded as follows:

From: Deesha
Sent: 21 May 2013 18:12:20
To: Fish
I'm all aflutter over MM myself..mmmmm :)

You're right, He looks soo masculine but yet warm/homey. Like a sexy dad (someone else's obviously).

Totally crush worthy. Is he single for sure?

From:   Fish
Sent:   21 May 2013 18:29:52
To:    Deesha

Ha ha that's hilarious. He does look like someone who would give you a good hug right? He's a very solid looking man, strong without being too muscular. I bet he could give you the kind of hug that would make you feel, for a moment at least, like everything is right with the world. No pressure Mike, I'm not expecting too much from your hugs ;-)

Apparently he is single. The reason I know this is because in February - I remember because it was her birthday - I coerced a colleague into letting me buy her a celebratory drink at the wine bar across the street from the office. When we arrived I noticed a man and a woman sat across from us at the bar They were sat at a respectable distance from each other initially, but as copious amounts of wine was consumed they became closer and closer and closer. It was very clear from their body language that they were interested in each other. I pointed them out to my colleague and told her I recognized the man from the agency and suspected it was Mike McCormick - I'd never worked with him, but I knew OF him given the fanfare around his hiring. I also knew where this guy sat, so the next morning I checked the name on the office door and yup...Mike McCormick. A few days later his name came up in conversation at a meeting with account and I relayed the goss that I'd seen him getting very close with a woman I also thought might be from the agency.

Kate: Ooooh tell us more, what did she look like
Me: Quite short, about my height, sort of blonde, mid length hair
Kate: That sounds like Kathryn K, was it her?
Me: I know the name, but I don't know what she looks like. I also don't know what the status of either one of them is, so I don't want to get anyone in trouble
Kate: She's the director of creative talent. It's okay if it's her, they are both single

Shows me a photo of Kathryn K on Facebook

Me: I think we have a winner

Who knows he could be dating Kathryn now, but let's pretend he's available. I need some positivity after my experiences with Arnold.

F x

I'd still take the Creative Cutie over him given the choice, but he's not a bad back up crush and makes coming into work all the more pleasant. I put on mascara today and flipped out my hair only to discover that Mike McCormick is in the Caribbean this week. I'm sure he's vacationing with his Nanna ;-)

Arnold has left the building!!

2013-05-26T08:46:00.001-04:00

My employee drama of the last 2 months suddenly resolved itself in early May with the abrupt departure of Arnold, the employee who was causing me strife. On Monday he emailed me to say that he was out sick; on Tuesday morning he sent an email to my manager and HR which said "I’m writing in order to indicate that I’d like to officially resign as soon as possible and to also apologize for the abruptness and any inconvenience it may cause." My manager forwarded the email to me around 10am and then stopped by to talk to me about the news. About an hour after I saw the email Arnold was gone. And good riddance.

Arnold joined the team in mid-February, his hiring championed by our head of department who, for some unusual reason, had interviewed him before anyone else on the team had seen him. The department head loved him. "He has a spark that I like," he said. "He doesn't have much experience, but he's eager to learn. Why don't you meet him and see what you think." Three of us - the other team lead and I plus our manager - met him and all agreed that he seemed like a good fit. Admittedly he was entry level and we were ideally looking for someone with at least a year of experience, but he was older than most entry level candidates, having been studying for a PhD, and had a couple of 3month freelance stints in Advertising Agencies under his belt; he wasn't completely naive to the agency world and with a dearth of other good candidates we decided to take a chance and make him an offer.

All seemed to go well initially, however after a couple of months it became clear that he either wasn't capable of doing the job or just didn't care enough to make an effort, I'm not 100% sure which. Obviously as an entry level employee I knew he'd require more training than someone with some experience, but I wasn't prepared for was how much I'd have to correct him on the basics of spelling, grammar and addition. His work was rife with spelling mistakes - trafic, awarness, Febrary - are examples that were repeated throughout his commentary of the first report he sent to me to review. It was so bad I did actually wonder if he had some condition, like dyslexia or something, but apparently not. Overall his work was incredibly sloppy, but when I tried to give him feedback he wouldn't take it into account and the same old shit would come back to me 2 or 3 times. I'm not even talking about feedback on how to do his job of actually analyzing client data, but on basic presentation. I was spending so much time giving him feedback that it was a waste of time employing him, because it would have been quicker for me to do the work myself. In hindsight I honestly think he believed that my only job was to oversee the team's work. He didn't seem to realize that I had my own work to do and that he'd been hired to remove some of the burden on me, not add to it.

He'd been employed with the agency for just shy of two months when I became frustrated with him after a report - a report I'd gone over with him in painstaking detail twice before - came back to me to review for a 4th time and still included basic mistakes that had not been corrected from the first 3 rounds of feedback. Admittedly I was a little sharp with him when I told him he should print out all the feedback he'd been given and go through it line by line and ensure all the corrections had been made before sending the report to me for review, but given the circumstances he got off lightly. Do you know what he did...he went to HR and complained about me. That's right, HE complained about ME!!

I spoke with my manager about the situation. He was aware of my frustration about the continued poor quality of Arnold's work, but advised me to be gentle.    "I don't know why he felt his first call should be to go to HR instead of talking to me, but he's clearly very sensitive to criticism. We just need to ensure we are sympathetic to that."

Arnold and I called a truce and went back to our business. I was as nice as pie. No seriously I was. It didn't make a blind bit of difference. Two weeks later he was back at HR for a second time claiming both Chris - my other direct report who is the most mellow person you could meet - and I were being abusive to him. This time he claimed that I'd told him to come in on the weekend and arranged to meet him at 10am on Sunday, but then did not turn up.

I did no such thing.

We'd been working late on the Friday on a report that was already significantly delayed, due to Arnold's inability to care about deadlines and manage multiple client deliverables, when we came across yet another issue around 6pm. I told him that we might have to come in over the weekend, but over the next couple of hours we made more progress than I anticipated. I asked him to email me some data so that I could review it at home over the weekend and on my way out of the office just after 8pm I said I would email him to let him know if I needed him to come in. Pondering work the next day I realized that I could easily resolve the issues myself by working for a few hours at home on Sunday. As a result I didn't sign on to my work email email until Sunday lunchtime, which is when I saw an email he'd sent at 8.30pm on Friday saying he would be coming in at 10am on Sunday and that he'd see me at the office.

Crap!! I immediately called him to let him know he'd misunderstood and that I'd just seen his email. I left a message to that effect when he did not pick up his mobile.

By Monday he'd emailed HR with his claims of abuse and at 10am I got a call from my head of department. "Hi darling, I'm sat here with Arnold who is upset because he claims you arranged to meet him in the office this weekend and then didn't show up."

I explained what had actually happened.

"Okay. Could you just come over to my office and the three of us can sort this out."

In the department head's office Arnold continued with his claims of my abusive behavior, our department head asked him to give him an example.

"She just is," he sputtered, "I have evidence to back it up."

"So, tell me how she's abusive, give me an example."

"I wrote down a few things from the anti-harassment training." He rifled through his notebook and started spouting legalese he'd copied down.

"Arnold, that's not evidence of her being abusive, you're just reading excerpts from the training. Can you give me an example of something she actually did. These are serious claims."

"The data will speak for itself."

"I agree, but can you give me an example."

And so it went in circles for a few minutes. He then burst out with "You don't know what it's like for me, this is my last chance, I'm almost bankrupt."

It was at this point that I saw from department head's expression that he went from hearing Arnold out to thinking "oh shit, this guy is crazy."

We wrapped up the meeting shortly after that and I went to speak to my manager. A few moments later the department head joined us in my manager's office and sat down heavily in a chair. "Guys, I f&@ked up. I was the one that pushed to hire him, this one's on me. I spoke to HR, they want to meet with you," he said to me "but don't worry, I explained the situation to them."

The head of HR wanted to know exactly what he said about being bankrupt and asked me to give feedback on him as an employee. I explained the issues with his work and she wondered aloud if the company was being set up to be sued. "I'll be honest," she said "he seems to be out to get you, but we can't fire him now that he's complained, it looks like retaliation. The best we can do is try and move him to another team."

That was about 3 weeks ago and in the weeks since then I did my best to be pleasant, but kept all contact to business only and put everything in writing as much as I could. My manager promised that if we were successful in an upcoming new business pitch he'd transfer me to manage the new account and Arnold would be out of my hair. As for Arnold, well he acted like nothing had happened and he'd walk around whistling as happy as Larry. I do think he sensed that I was a bit more distant from him, because he started catching up to me if we were en route to the same meeting - something he never did before - and we'd exchange a 'hey' and then walk in silence to the conference room. I think it bothered him a bit that I didn't make any smalltalk, but there was no way I was going to say anything that could be twisted against me in any way or put me at risk of a lawsuit. On Friday before he resigned I ran into him at the lift as I was leaving for the day along with another woman Lindsay that I know. The lift was packed with workers from other offices in the building and Lindsay and I chatted about our weekend plans. I told her I was running late to meet a friend in midtown when Arnold piped up out of the blue "I'm rushing to get to a friend's memorial service."

"Oh," said Lindsay who I don't believe he'd ever met. "I'm sorry." She stared at him for a second and then resumed chatting to me.

Awkward.

He bolted in the opposite direction as soon as we got to the ground floor and the following Monday he called in sick and on Tuesday he resigned. By 11am on Tuesday he was gone, without bothering to give the customary 2 weeks' notice. It was as if the last 2 months had all been a horrible dream. I couldn't quite believe my luck.

In the days since his departure I was in a bunch of meetings and had to let people know that Arnold no longer worked at the company. In one of my client team meetings it came out that he'd gone to HR about me twice and alleged that Chris and I were abusive to him. "Oh I wouldn't worry about that, as long as you have it all written down you have nothing to worry about." said the Account Director. "Someone once went to HR and claimed I threw a chair at them."

"And did you?" asked the media planner, because with this particular Account Director, you just never know. Anything can happen. At the office holiday party he stripped to the waist and hit the dance floor exuberantly and alone to Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas Is You"

"No I did not."

"It was a stool," said the Account Manager laughing

"No it was not, I have never thrown furniture at anyone, but I did have a melt down and throw toilet rolls at the cleaning lady."

"You did what?"

"I threw toilet rolls at the cleaning lady. I did!!" he exclaimed to our raised eyebrows.

"Seriously, I was having a melt down and she was trying to come in to clean the bathroom so to stop her I started taking the toilet rolls off her cart and throwing them at her."

"Did SHE report you?"

"No, we were fine, we hugged it out, but she wouldn't be able to report me anyway, she works for the building not the Agency, so it wouldn't have been an issue."

Well okay then. I'll say one thing, it's never dull!!

Payback

2013-05-08T20:04:00.001-04:00

So yesterday I ran to the gym to a 45minute total body conditioning class. It was over by 7.15pm and as I left I decided I was too tired to walk the 5miles home as I'd considered and would instead take the subway home. I ran down to the L train platform and was fortunate enough to get straight onto a train that departed a few seconds after I boarded. Nice!! At Union Square where I transfer to go uptown I spied a 6 train from the concourse and rushed down the stairs thinking I would never make it, and triumphantly boarded and even got a seat next to a nice quiet man who was reading his book and keeping his elbows to himself. Swwweeeeeeeeeeeeettttt!!!!

When I got off the train at 77th St and walked uptown towards my apartment it was a lovely evening and there was an abundance of attractive and well muscled blokes out jogging and wearing somewhat revealing outfits - you know those wife beater tanks with the really big armholes that show off their arms and lat muscles? Hey I may have formed an unfavorable opinion of men of late what with some of their recent antics - more on this in a later post - but I'm not dead.

Truth be told though, my day felt a little *too* good to be true and I was on alert for the other shoe to drop, however it was all fine. I made it to my apartment without getting mashed by an errant cab or delivery guy cycling in the wrong direction nor did I fall through any precariously secured basement doors and when I got home I was even greeted by not one, but two checks for monies owed, one for $75 repaying me for the antibiotics I'd paid for out of my own pocket; the other was repayment of surf locker dues from one of my board locker buddies. "Wow, I thought, between Arnold resigning (more on this in an upcoming post too) and having unheard of luck with the subway, getting to ogle some cute men and getting back money I'm owed sooner than I expected I am having a really good day."

Little did I know that payback was just a few hours away. I got an absolute soaking on the way to meet Amanda for breakfast this morning to talk about the possibility of her coming to work at the agency as replacement for Arnold. Admittedly NY1 had forecast heavy showers, but it wasn't so bad when I left at 7.30am this morning. Sure it was raining, but it wasn't bouncing off the road or anything. Nothing that an umbrella couldn't cope with. Ha, I was so naive. I was meeting Amanda at the Pain Quotidien on 7th Avenue between 17th & 18th Streets and decided that instead of taking 4, 5 to Union Square and then taking the L train one stop to 6th Avenue, I would get off the train at Union Square and walk to exit the north side of the subway station which would bring me out on E 17th St. From there I would just walk the few avenue blocks over to 7th Avenue.

Sounds like a reasonable plan right?

That is except when I got to the north side exit the rain started coming down in Biblical proportions prompting the guy handing out the free Metro paper by the steps to the street to blurt out "Oh holy God" as thunder clapped overhead and water crashed down the stairs.

"Oh it's fine," I thought, "it's probably one of those heavy New York showers that's over in a minute, I'll be okay." Ha!! When I finally arrived at Pain Quotidien I looked not unlike this...

...my hair was soaking, my jeans were sodden, my supposedly waterproof coat had soaked through so the back of my cardigan was drenched and my coat literally dripped water. After we'd been sat for an hour I got up to leave and there was literally a puddle beneath me and when I got to the office I had to remove and wring out my socks. Thank God I commute to work in my sneakers and keep my heels in the office and was able to put on a dry pair. I dried out after a couple of hours, but when I first arrived my plan was to pick up my laptop and cab it home and work in pajamas for the day huddled against a radiator. I was very conscious about my hair being a straggly mess and after letting it drip dry for 15 minutes I finger combed it and anxiously asked Amanda how it looked. The response I got was most unexpected.

"It's quite sexy," she said as I stared at her stunned. Drowned rat I expected, but sexy??? Never. "It looks like you've just got out of the shower" she said.

"I'll take it...and you're hired!!" ha ha!!

Of course now after it had dried it didn't look so good, but the comment did cheer me up in the moment.

When I left to go home my supposedly waterproof outdoor sneakers were still wet. I sucked it up, but it was like wearing a couple of soggy sponges on my feet. Ugh!!

Zero Dark Thirty

2013-01-13T21:48:00.002-05:00

I saw the Zero Dark Thirty movie this weekend. Amazing!! I was telling my mother that I'd seen it when we had our weekly chat today.

"Do you know the film I mean?" I asked her, "It's the one about the hunt for Osama Bin Laden."

"Oh yes" she said "do they find him?"

That's my mother. Finger firmly on the pulse of current events ;-)

Big mistake!!

2013-01-09T19:47:00.001-05:00

I made a huge mistake this morning, do you know what I did? I stepped on my scales is what. Ugh!! "Maybe it won't be as bad as I think it's going to be," I optimistically mused before I did the deed. I'd been eating very healthily for a week and I'm back to exercising 6 days a week after 2 weeks off so I was stupidly hopeful it would have made a dent in my Christmas poundage. Sadly the number on the scale was far worse than I expected!! I'm not going to give any specific details, but let's just say it's 3lbs heavier than the weight I was when I visited Deesha the week after Thanksgiving - which was already 4lbs heavier than I wanted to be - and I am a whopping 15lbs heavier than I was when I last dared to wear a bikini, circa 2004, or the year that I accidentally lost 5lbs.

Yes, accidentally!!

The very idea seems completely out of the realm of possibility now, but at the time I was taking Pilates classes - although only 3 a week which is fewer than I take now - and going to salsa classes twice a week and while I was exercising a good amount I don't think exercise was the key, I think it had a lot more to do with the fact that I was out of an evening and didn't really have time to eat a more robust dinner, so for a year my dinner 2-3 times a week consisted of a cereal bar and the occasional slice of toast when I got home from class. I didn't even own a scale and judged my weight by how my clothes fit. At the time I was quite obsessed with Theory trousers and used to hit their sample sales at every available opportunity, I still have a few pairs of size 0 trousers that I can't bear to part with, but when I hold them up they look ridiculously small, like I've accidentally stumbled across a child's wardrobe.

I really can't imagine myself 15lbs lighter than I am now, as while I'm not exactly thrilled with my current weight I'm still comfortably a US size 2 - albeit a vanity size 2, equivalent to a UK size 8, although I'm also only 5ft 1, so fluctuations in my weight, even by a single dress size, are more apparent than I feel they would be on someone of a naturally larger frame - so the thought of losing 15lbs seems excessive. 7lbs maybe, but not 15, it feels unrealistically thin to me now, still my weight is bothering me at the moment and it would be nice to feel comfortable wearing a bikini again come summer, so I'm trying to do something about it. I read in an Real Simple magazine at the dentist last week that the average American puts on 8lbs over Thanksgiving and Christmas, so I'm in good company. I was commiserating with a work colleague this morning who claims she is 19lbs heavier now than she was this time last year. We were both wondering whether it was old age catching up with us, which is an upsetting prospect as that would mean there's probably very little I can do about it. I wouldn't mind if I was generally larger all over, but still in shape, but I'm not, it's all gone to my belly and my ham hock arms. I looked down this morning when I was in the shower and I had to tilt my head to the side to see my toes. Anyway I'm trying not to stress about it too much and just let eating more salads, vegetables, cutting down on alcohol and exercising regularly take it's course and hopefully in a month my jeans will feel less like they are trying to cut me in half. Fingers crossed.

I think...

2013-01-05T20:51:00.000-05:00

...that the fitness instructor who taught the 8am total body conditioning class this morning spent her holidays thinking up new ways to torture us!!

Good God, I am sore. Her class has always been one of the tougher ones I've taken - she does so many damn reps, at least 48 of anything - but today she excelled herself by re-ordering the routine - those 144 one legged squats she typically has us do off the step, 72 per leg, at the start of the class weren't quite so easy when moved to the end of the session - and throwing in a few new surprises, like the weighted side lunge with a core twist to work not only our inner thighs, but also our abs. I'm acquainted with a few of the class regulars and this morning we frequently turned to each other to silently express our discomfort. The end of class stretches never felt so good, although it didn't help that I'd also committed myself to taking a 10.30am Pilates class. Yeowwwwwwwww!!!!

Love love love...

2013-01-05T17:33:00.000-05:00

...Tom Odell...And he's playing at Pianos on the LES on Thursday January 24th for the bargain ticket price of $8. Whoo hoo, I am sooooo going.

http://youtu.be/B4-OxOmsqR0

Friday night in NYC

2013-01-04T20:46:00.000-05:00

Friday!! Hurrah!!! To say I'm pleased to see the back of this week is an understatement. I've been lacking motivation these first few days back at the office in 2013 - happy new year by the way - it's just soooooo very hard to be there instead of laying on my parents sofa nibbling chocolates from Bon Bon while watching classic BBC drama series on TV. At least everyone else I work with seems to feel the same way and it's not just me. Unfortunately I do have to go into the office on Sunday to catch up on a few things, since I really haven't got as far as I'd hoped with an analysis I'm working on that's due on Tuesday. It's partly due to my own struggle to get back into the swing of things, but a bigger reason is that I've lost some of the time I was expecting to have to focus on the analysis as I needed to work with my fellow team lead to come up a contingency plan for the department's upcoming workload after a member of her team resigned on Wednesday. The resignation wasn't exactly unexpected, but transitioning the work across the existing team is a burden we could all do without since the team is already understaffed. My colleague was already looking for someone to join her team but had been struggling to recruit the right person because our head of department continually vetoed perfectly good candidates who he claimed didn't have the right personality. "I want someone who has a spark," he explained after expressing his reservations about a candidate that three of the four of us thought was perfect for the role. Now we're in a hole and at risk of missing deadlines he's pretty much ready to offer a job to the next two candidates that walk through the door. In the meantime my colleague is having to borrow resources from my team, which means everyone is taking on additional work plus the two of us are interviewing as many candidates as we can which is taking time away from working on my client deliverables, hence the primary reason I need to go in on Sunday. I was hoping to go in early this morning to get a head start, but I realized late yesterday that I had a 9am appointment for a teeth cleaning which put the mockers on the notion of getting to the office by 7am.

My resolution not to drink - at least mid week, let's be reasonable now - also took a hit last night as Deesha, my good friend who moved to Kansas City this summer, was in town last night and wanted to get a few people together, most of whom I haven't seen since I lost my previous job early last year. Now much as I enjoy the company of the people who were going to be out I really wasn't in the mood for socializing last night since I'm still sort of on UK time, so I get tired pretty early at the moment, I'm exhausted from the work week and after the festive indulgences - we're big on the wine in my family - I really just needed a break, but after a lot of umming and ahhhing I coerced myself into going out and it was a fun evening, but of course I did not stick to soda water with a hint of lime, oh no, I excelled myself, I had 4 glasses of wine!!! FOUR!!!! Weirdly I don't feel horrible today at all, so clearly I built up a tolerance over Christmas. "Ah whatever," I thought at the time, "it's just a one off, I'll just avoid alcohol this weekend instead", an easy enough proposition I assumed as the friend I was most likely to have made plans had to go out of town to attend the funeral of an elderly aunt, however when I got home Kim - who I surf with - had emailed to say there was a surf meetup happy hour on Friday and was I interested. Ugh, I really wasn't, coming home after work and collapse in a heap on my sofa and eat healthy nutritious food while catching up on the shows on my DVR held massive appeal, however I like Kim a lot and since ours is a fairly recent friendship I was also keen to maintain the momentum we have going so against my better judgement I decided to accept her invitation, but I cannot tell you how happy I was when I got into work after my dental appointment and she'd emailed me to say that the surf meetup happy hour was cancelled!! Yessssssssssss!!!

I'm going to totally sound like a grandma for saying this, but I'm so looking forward to going to bed at 9pm tonight and getting a good night's sleep before I'm up at 7am tomorrow for an early weights class. Party on eh!!

Hurricane Sandy: Rockaway Beach Aftermath

2012-11-01T12:36:00.000-04:00

I'm living a charmed life on the UES at the moment, I have heat, power, running water, grocery stores, bars, restaurants and gyms are open. The only inconvenience is having to work from home - as the office is downtown and expected to be without power until Friday or Saturday - and not having access to the servers at the office. It's like the hurricane never happened in my neighborhood. I've offered up the use of my facilities to those I know who have been less fortunate, but the people I know who lived downtown were all able to stay with friends and family uptown and are all doing fine and the people who would love to take me up on my offer are all pretty much trapped in their neighborhoods.

To be honest work is the last thing on my mind right now, I'd rather be out there doing something to help, and yesterday I'd hoped to volunteer to help deliver meals on wheels on foot to some of the elderly people in my neighborhood as their usual volunteers were unable to get through, but my clients' patience with delayed deliverables is starting to wane and I've started to get a few "I know things aren't great on the East Coast right now, but when can we expect to receive...?" so the pressure is on work-wise.

Seriously!!

I was interested to read a post by a woman who lives in Seattle but works remotely for an NYC based company on Jezebel about how weird it feels not to be affected by Hurricane Sandy when everyone she works with is struggling. Girlfriend, you should see how weird it is to live *IN NYC* and not be affected by the Hurricane while just 3 miles south people won't have electricity until Friday or Saturday and are without cell phone service and out in Rockaway, Staten Island, Red Hook among other neighborhoods it's like a war zone.

I've thrown money at the problem in the absence of being able to provide hands on help for the time being. You can make your own donation through a number of organizations including the Red Cross and directly to an initiative to support the community in Rockaway via wepay "Relief For Rockaway". You can also post a message on Tide's Facebook wall asking them to send laundry trucks and volunteers to help Rockaway and Breezy Point.

Thankfully after them being days without power I'm starting to hear from some of my surfer acquaintances who live in the Rockaways, who have been able to charge their cell phones via portable generators. It's a huge relief to know that people are okay.

NY Surfing Buddies posted this photo on Facebook of what I think is Rockaway Boardwalk and a message that the NYC Chapter of the Surfrider Foundation will be aggregating info and updates to the NY Surfing community in case we can help in any small way.

Aquatic Apes and The Scuttlefish have a lot more photos of the devastation to Rockaway Beach and Breezy Point like this one of the remnants of the Beach 91st St skate park.

Oooofff more photos of the devastation in Rockaway here. I really feel that the damage in Rockaway, Staten Island and other areas is being under-reported right now. As these areas become more accessible I'm anticipating seeing the full impact of Sandy. I really don't agree with the fact that they are planning to go ahead with the marathon on Sunday as this will divert vital resources that are needed elsewhere right now.

Photo from mercurialn's flickr via Gothamist.com

A friend just made it back to his place in Rockaway and posted these photos on Facebook. People are pissed off at the lack of media coverage when the damage is this extensive and who can blame them.

Hurricane Sandy: Before and After

2012-10-31T02:52:00.001-04:00

A Facebook friend just posted this of Rockaway Beach, pre and post Sandy.

Hurricane Sandy: NY1 On Scene - Storm Damage In Rockaway Beach

2012-10-30T14:02:00.001-04:00

Just watching NY1 coverage of the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy and in the words of the onsite reporter, Dean Meminger, Rockaway Beach looks "like a bomb dropped." Part of the boardwalk was ripped up and floated down Beach 94th St smashing into parked cars en route.

Annoyingly you have to be a Time Warner Cable customer to watch the video link below, at least you do in the US, but below the link is a screen grab of some of the damage shown in the report. You can see how the boardwalk was pushed inland hitting the black car on the right.

NY1 On Scene: Storm Damage In Rockaway Beach

A later report I caught on TV, which is not yet online showed, that some of the playgrounds that were in front of the boardwalk are now crumpled heaps of metal and looting is a serious concern. 80 homes in Breezy Point, further along the beach from Rockaway, were also destroyed by fire.

Map shows location of Breezy Point and Rockaway Beach relative to the city

Heartbreaking!!

A Facebook page Rockaway Emergency Plan has been set up to keep people in the loop on how things are over there. Once the first responders have done their thing I shall see if I can contribute to the rebuilding of the area in any way I can beyond making a contribution to the Red Cross.

Hurricane Sandy: I feel like I live in a different city

2012-10-29T22:42:00.000-04:00

My street is strangely calm on the Upper East Side. Apparently most of the power is out to lower Manhattan, but I am fortunate enough to still be in possession of my utilities. I'm seeing photos of the flooding downtown and it's like I live in a different city.

This is a photo taken of my street taken at 10.30pm. If you look closely you'll see there are a couple of people walking down the street just behind the silver colored car. My fire escape blocks them, but you can sort of see their legs. It's pretty windy out there though, I saw the wind catch a container and fling it down the street, so it's not the most sensible decision to head outside, but you can see there's no flooding.

In contrast here's a photo posted on Gothamist earlier today of 18th St and Ave C

Crazy!!!

The Gothamist newsmap shows just how busy the emergency services are tonight across the city.

Hurricane Sandy: Rockaway Beach Surf Cam

2012-10-29T08:16:00.001-04:00

Despite the hurricane warning I did wonder whether some idiot surfer, unaware of his limits, would go out and try to ride the 6-10 foot high waves we are getting in Rockaway right now, so I couldn't resist a sneaky peek from a very safe distance via the surfline beach cam.

Here's how it looks at 8am, 4 hours before the predicted height of the storm and thankfully there are no surfers, but as you can see there are a couple of intrepid spectators.

Hurricane Sandy comes to Rockaway. 8am, Monday October 29th.

Rockaway is in a mandatory evacuation zone, but the news channels - which all have reporters out in evacuation zones - are reporting on how the majority of residents in evacuation zones have not evacuated and decided to hunker down and wait out the storm. The channel I'm watching, NY1, also mentioned that they've seen a few people out jogging this morning along the boardwalk. Ha!!

It's a fairly boring looking rainy day on the upper east side. I'm using the tree across the street as a barometer for how windy it is and the leaves don't even look to be moving. The calm before the storm perhaps. My friend just emailed to tell me that the gym at 91st and 3rd IS open and she is heading there now. I think I'll stick with working out at home, she's just across the street from that gym, but I am significantly further and have no wish to be caught outside when the weather turns. I don't need to get hit with any flying debris.

Personally I'm soooooo happy that Sandy decided to visit on a work day - Irene chose a weekend. I may not be able to get out of doing work entirely - sadly there is never a 'snow day' when we all have laptops - but at least I can work on my sofa in comfy clothes.

I'll try and update this post with another pic at the height of the storm.

Update: Surfline must be experiencing heavy traffic as it's hard to access the Rockaway Surf Cam, but here's a screen grab I managed to get at 12.20pm EST, it's definitely looking much bigger and not in the least bit surfable :-) Meanwhile the leaves continue to gentle flutter on the trees of the Upper East Side.

Hunkering down for Hurricane Sandy

2012-10-28T20:11:00.002-04:00

A friend posted this on Facebook this afternoon, which feels pretty true I have to say. People seem pretty complacent about the impending Frankenstorm.

I have another one to add to the list, which is to speculate if the gym will be open tomorrow morning as a friend of mine just did in an email. To be fair the worst of the storm is being forecast to run from noon on Monday to noon on Tuesday, but that doesn't mean that it's not going to be awful before then. It never occurred to me that the gym might be open, because how would the staff get there now that the MTA has closed down the subway and buses?? They can't all live nearby. I was just planning to make use of the copious amounts of fitness DVDs that I've accumulated over the years.

I'm feeling pretty complacent about the coming storm too which I think that has a lot to do with the damp squib that was Tropical Storm Irene last year, although the meteorologist on NY1, John Davitt, is warning of serious winds for the entire city this time around. Apparently Sandy is quite the over achiever in terms of her hurricane force winds - over 74-mph - which extend 175-miles out from the center of the storm, normally hurricane winds only extend 30-miles from the center according to NY1.

There were long lines at grocery stores this afternoon to stock up on supplies. I was going to pop in and get a few bits, but I took one look at the line at one place and decided I probably had enough food to last me through 2 days of potential house arrest: I have salad, a huge batch of granola that I made yesterday, yogurt, fruit, milk, water, pita breads in the freezer, an intact package of McVities chocolate digestive biscuits that I found in the back of the cupboard yesterday, and a fully stocked liquor cabinet. A pretty healthy hurricane pantry all said and done, well except for the liquor and the chocolate biscuits. Oddly the thought of the impending storm motivated me to give my apartment a thorough scrubbing this afternoon, so the place is nice and neat should Sandy pay a visit. What is wrong with me?

Weirdly I just received this email from the BR Guest chain of restaurants informing me that 5 of their restaurants will be open tomorrow, including the Atlantic Bar & Grill in my neighborhood. So, lunch there tomorrow after the gym then!! Eyeroll!!