Darkness Drama

I wish I had an exciting story to tell about my experience in NYC's darkness: being stuck on the F train as it sat under water between Manhattan and Brooklyn; walking from Penn Station to Brooklyn; sleeping on the steps of the post office in midtown and enjoying the antics of other stranded New Yorkers. But alas, I have no stories. I was at home. Just finishing up yet another viewing of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. I was watching it with a new friend who hadn't seen it (!) and Cornelia was sitting at the table working on her paper. And then there was no power.And that was it. In our ignorance, we did think it was just our neighborhood. So, we proceeded to get ready. Cornelia was going to go see a man about a bike. It wasn't until we reached the subway that we heard it was bigger than we first thought. So that's it. Boring, I know. Despite the dark, I am very happy to be back home. School starts in a couple of weeks, so I have to hurry up and try to fashion a desk at which to work. I still have some reading I want to do. I didn't do any academic writing this summer. I had this plan, you know? But then other things got in the way and I ended up doing some other kind of learning. A fair trade, I think. I just got a job. I was walking down the street from house yesterday and popped into the video store to rent a DVD. The owner was there and we started talking and I asked him if he happened to be hiring. His eyes brightened a bit and he said, "as a matter of fact..." So, after he told me the pay was $5 an hour, I left, thinking he was out of his mind and there was no way in hell I was going to offer my services for such a meager pittance. But then I started thinking. It's always dead in there. He said I could totally study. And if I work about 20 hours a week, that's a lot of studying I could get done (maybe 10 of those hours or something) and get paid. I don't have to dress up; I didn't have to work hard to get the job; and it'll be extra money. Now, I'm aware of the fact that I'll potentially be working 30 hours a week. And I'm aware that I thought Routledge paying only $7 an hour was shit and I didn't want to work there for that reason. But I thought about it and I can't get past the fact that I can use the time wisely. I won't have to be nice to too many people, so it should be painless. And I'm assuming I'll get to see movies for free. So that's that. Gonna be working my ass off here pretty soon. What else? Nothing. I've got some money stuff to deal with (like making it appear to me all of a sudden); some cleaning to do (Pavlina and her g'friend, Victoria are staying with us for a week) and some writing to do (remember that short story...sigh). So I'm out. Gonna go dive into the pint of Hagen Daz Chocolate Chip I got yesterday.