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Water on the subway
November 29th, 2006 | Liz Gold
Today was my first day of work officially. I rewrote a brief on an audit committee report. I was taken out to sushi by my boss who likes to talk about the doings in Las Vegas during business trips. He reminds me of my old editor. He wears cowboy boots and eats sashimi. I think things are going to work out fine.
I have my own section of a cubicle. It overlooks the Hudson River. It makes me gasp.
I can be so down home.
Tonight I went to a celebration after hours party. My uncle, an owner of a major advertising agency in NY was honoring his 61st year in the business. I was 45 minutes late because I took the subway to the wrong place. When I got there, I ate prime rib and drank four glasses of red wine, talking to my long lost cousin. On the cab ride over, everything I have been freaking out about, and doubting all seemed to make sense…
Change is always what I crave, but never what I can handle…so here I am in Sunset Park, in this huge apartment, wondering if it will ever feel like home. I guess, that is really up to me…the subway was empty this evening, and I am holding a vase full of flowers from my happy hour party. Lost in thoughts, I unknowingly drip water from the vase all over subway floor, leaving a trail…I didn’t even realize until a young kid (younger than me) asks if i am responsible. I can only answer with a genuine smile…I guess I am…