"BE ALL THAT YOU CAN BE....."
That was the tune I found myself humming as I buzzed around Manhattan early this morning, running errands and such for the bar. There was a lot that needed to be done if I was going to have a precious few hours in the afternoon to myself before going in to work tonite. I was out of bed and out of the apt by 8am, which in the bar business is ungodly; taking care of phone calls, placing orders, giving instructions to our semi-new porter MUCHACHO, running to the bank, etc. Like the Army commercial says, "you get more done before lunchtime (actually I think it says 9am) than most people do in a full day...."; that's what it felt like this morning. It actually feels good to get things accomplished. Now I have to tend to the never-ending task of staffing. Scheduling has and will always be a pain in the ass. Everyone wants to work, no one wants to work; this person wants this shift, that person hates their shift; people arrive late, want to leave early, blah blah blah..... A necessary evil, but a pain in the ass, nevertheless. (and if any of my staff are reading this, get in touch ASAP!)
RANDOM OBSERVATIONS: I was across the street at Excel News, enjoying a few minutes of friendly bantering w/MUSHEER, the counterman extrordinaire. While we were chatting it up, customers would come and go, purchasing magazines and newspapers. I couldn't help but to notice that almost everyone that bought a paper or magazine took the one right below the top of a pile. Now is it just me, or is that standard practice? And if that's the case, what eventually happens to the untouched paper/magazine lingering at the top?
Is Manhattan the only borrough where residents actually pick up after their dogs? Where storekeeprs actually clean up the front of their property? And what's up w/ those cordless phone devices? Everyone looks like they are on Star Trek or something. Do chicks really pay $140 for a pair of jeans? Am I the only person in NYC without an IPOD? And can someone please tell me why are guys still wearing those damn Striped Shirts???
TONITE'S HAPPENINGS: After Work Happy Hour (5pm-9pm), $3 Coronas, Sangria, Frozen Margaritas and Michelob Light.
NUFF SAID
7 comments:
stripe shirts are worn bc the women still love them. once they stop loving them guys will stop wearing them.
If that's the case, then NYC women are as dumb as bricks and the guys who wear 'em are even dumber than that.
I think you are all putting too much emphasis on this shirt. it's a shirt with a collar--what's so horrible? better that be a trend than the guido wife beater...
Actually, it isn't the shirt itself that's a pain in the ass (although I do have to say "enough already"); it's the jackass mentality that usually comes with it. Attitude central that rivals those who wear said guido wife beaters....
do you mean guys who still talk about their FRAT and try to impress girls by saying they work in commoditeez. right--that's half the neighborhood...and it doesn't matter what they wear.
You ought to all feel sad for people who live such shallow and meaningless lives of hidden desperation that the only way they can be identified is by their shirt. The shirt is, for those who wear it, a symbol of insecurity, bad potty training, and a subconscious knowledge that the world would not even notice if they were to disappear.
Now if you will excuse me, I have to go iron my shirt and get ready for my kegger.
some ladies flee at speeds they did not know they were even capable of from striped shirts.
interestingly enough, people tend to take the paper under the top one only in america; this is not standard practice in france or england and i cannot vouch for paper habits in any asian, african, or south american countries.the paper on top goes to the sad little paper orphanage (aka recycling) if its a lucky paper; if not, well...you can only imagine...
artsy fartsy chicks cannot afford $140 for a pair of jeans. we either pay $20 or go naked.
sadly, you are not the only person in the city without an ipod. reference above and ignore the pitiful envious whining sounds. incidentally, the cleaning lady just got into the elevator with me about 5 minutes ago and she had an ipod. i'm in the wrong fucking career.
wow. mornings. ummm, don't do 'em well (i'm still not awake) so its all greek to me.
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