First Days

Apparently I am a New Yorker.

Preliminary observations:

One should not go grocery shopping on a Sunday afternoon. I used to think the Star Market in Porter Square was insane on the weekend. Not so! I waited in line for 35 minutes yesterday at the supermarket around the corner from my apartment.

It's weird that this particular supermarket sells Grape Hawaiian Punch but not the regular kind. That's wrong on so many levels. Song coming soon....

The building in which my new company is located, like the building in which I live, has male models.

My current company requires a form to be filled out in order to receive office supplies.

Despite my not liking baseball, I was all offended today when the people in the lunchroom were discussing "the game" and making fun of the Red Sox.

This kid who was in orientation with me noticed the Kerry/Edwards button on my bag and said "Who put that there!? Please tell me it wasn't you!" I should have said, "Dude, I'm a socialist" but instead I said, "Dude, are you a republican?" to which he replied "I'm just me" and the conversation just died. I'm not in Kansas anymore! The best thing about this kid, though, is that he's in the safety department and graduated with a degree in History/PoliSci, which explains A LOT about various safety departments.

I can't function without Weather Phone. How will I find the New York equivalent of Weather Phone?

Every time I walk out of my building and see the Manhattan skyline I gasp. Every. Time. I can't believe I'm here.