A Tiny Heartache

A number of months ago Mark mentioned that he had lost some of the Colombia pictures permanently when a mistake was made while he was changing the operating system of his laptop. It wasn't until today, while trying to upload some pictures onto Facebook (new member!) that I realized some pictures I really like were some of the victims of his carelessness.

While he might become really pissed that I'm posting this I have to let it out. I'm like...really sad! I feel a little emptiness in my chest. There are some pictures that I really liked, that really sealed a memory in a little digital file. I don't know what else to say.

My only thought is that the phrase "Don't fix what's not broken" couldn't ring more true right now. Why change operating systems?! Why lose precious photos! My suffering in Colombia was wasted!

Sigh.

That "Healthy" Crap

Okay, we all are now fully aware that fast food is bad for you. It's no secret anymore. As a matter of fact anything that is bought at a franchise should be considered suspicious. That's why people were shocked that they were getting chubby when all they did was drink large "fruit" smoothies from Jamba Juice or eating yogurt parfaits at McDonald's. Or how about all those news exposés about how the new salads at Wendy's are really packing 600 calories.

Now, at least in NYC, we get to stare at how many calories our favorite coffee drink has since the NYC Board of Health required chain restaurants to post calories on their menus. If you feel like treating yourself after dinner you discover that the tiny scoop of ice cream you want to pick is competing with your meal for 'most calories contained'.

I'll be honest, while it's not stopping me from buying treats it is at least changing what I ultimately end up ordering.

However one thing that annoys me, and it's not the loss of my 'ignorance is bliss' routine when it comes to food, are these ridiculous commercials that tell us that now your favorite franchise is offering a new healthy line of food. Yeah, right.

Take, for example, Dunkin' Donuts new campaign for DDSmart. It's food 'reconfigured' to be healthier. Clusters of fresh spinach and bright peppers float through the air in a tantalizing fashion. Am I really supposed to believe that while MTA workers and home health aides line up for their coffees in the morning that the Indian dude who runs the place is in the back chopping up some fresh veggies for our flat-bread sandwich?

I hate these commercials! Do not let them seduce you! You are smarter than that.

Job Announcement

I have three more working days at MoMA and then I'm done. I'm experiencing a mix of happiness, excitement, nervousness, panic. You know...all the standard Jamie-traits.

MoMA was great because it came right when I needed a confidence booster to show that people do think I'm a qualified worker. It's interview process wasn't pretentious. I was called on a Sunday and offered the job. I got paid money that I desperately needed. I got to see a world-class museum and some of it's inner workings. I made some nice co-worker friends.

MoMA sucked because it is the most insanely busy place I've ever worked at. MoMA sucked because even people who think they are so cultured because they are spending the day at a museum can be the rudest, meanest, most impatient assholes IN THE WORLD. I'll miss the work friends I made. I don't think I'll miss MoMA.

Next Wednesday I will begin life as a teacher's assistant for a nursery school in my neighborhood. Nervous? Me? YES!

I'm going from a job where I get called an ass by a grown man to where I might be wiping asses. (Okay, probably will be wiping asses) I'm going from a job of telling adults who refuse to read signs where the bathrooms are, to taking little humans to the bathroom. I'll be going from Monet and Picasso to fingerpaint and apple juice.

I'll be making more money (not tons but more is nice), actually getting health coverage (union), I'll have weekends off, and I won't have to take the subway as it's a 10 minute walk from my house.

I mean the only downside I think is that the friends I made at MoMA will be really hard to keep. Let's face it, when you can't commiserate about the old lady who insults everyone at the information desk on a daily basis, what is there to talk about. They all gather to drown their MoMA sorrows right after work. What are they going to do? Call the nursery girl and ask how my day at the playground was? I'd like to think it'd work, but who knows? The concern grows as I'm pretty certain that all of my future coworkers aren't spring chickens. There goes my mini social life I was trying to create.

But here is to my new future, working with our future!

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