My Dog is Chelsea

(One of the) fabulous things about New York City is that chain restaurants don’t really survive. Sure, there’s an Olive Garden in Times Square (but only the tourists frequent it) and I can think of a few Tad’s Broiled Steaks (which smell as bad as they sound). Of course, we have our share of fast [...]

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Going to Santa Fe in a few hours for an interview, and to see an old friend, and to check out the place. I would try to be articulate right now but I’m deathly tired, and as it is I will be getting T minus two hours of sleep. I’ll be back on Monday, ready [...]

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This is my last week at my job. While this may come as a shock to some
of you, it is actually very good news, for the following reasons:
1) I don’t like my job
2) I can now spend all of my time looking for a job that I do like
3) I’m living at home, so I [...]

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People always ask me questions about my dog when I’m walking with her on the street. Usually, it’s things like this: “Is she a puppy?” (No). “Is he friendly?” (Yes, she’s friendly). “Can my child pet your dog?” (If you insist).
Today, though, two different old men, on two separate occasions, pointed at Chelsea and asked [...]

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I woke up this morning in a panic: Today was the Day of the Interview.

Several hours after Chelsea woke me up by sticking her wet dog nose in my face, I would be in a midtown office building explaining to my potential employer about why I was the best candidate for the job.

The morning proceeded [...]

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