Movin' On Up
I dislike the new office already.
The company I'm temping for (have BEEN temping for since I got here) moved to a different office building, about five blocks south from where they were. On the plus side, it's five fewer blocks I have to walk to get to work. Ohhh, but the downsides! THE DOWNSIIIIDES!
On the one hand, I kinda like being set apart from the rest of the office. It's nice. Though, insodoing, I'm now in front of two glass doors that open up directly to the elevator bay, instead of the big wooden doors that shielded me before.
And sure, I now have a view, which I wasn't even sniffing at the other place. It's funny what simply knowing when it gets dark will do for your well-being. But, now I gotta hear all this bitching from everyone else, because apparently there are fewer offices with windows/views than at the other building. You wouldn't believe what snivelling babies some people are; this place is WAY bigger and more professional looking, but everyone's worried about whether they can look outside to watch a few buildings standing around, or some taxicabs driving by. Who cares? My window has a giant American flag in the way, boo fucking hoo!
But, the worst part, and what's surely going to drive me crazy in the long run, is the lack of a cafeteria. It's not that I went and ate their food at the other building on a daily basis - though they made a mean slice of cheese pizza. But, it IS where I ate my lunch, not to mention where I went to watch CNN in the morning before work (that Soledad O'Brien is one foxy lady).
You have no idea what it means to simply have a place where you can sit down and eat your lunch. I can't afford to eat out every day for lunch like the people I work with. You're looking at a minimum of $6 every day - and most times that's not including a drink! $30 a week, $120 a month give-or-take. Now, consider my peanut butter & jelly sandwiches. A loaf of bread is $2.00 a week. I probably run through a jar of peanut butter and a jar of jelly in a month. Say that's $3.00 each since I generally buy the generic brand. $14.00 a month vs. $120 a month. That's all I gotta say.
Yesterday, the high was 39 degrees, but it didn't get that sweltering until quittin' time. I'd say around lunch we were hovering slightly below freezing. Ergo, it's too fucking cold to eat lunch outside. With no cafeteria and no outside at my disposal, that left me with one other option.
Rockefeller Center has this underground area that's actually kinda neat (did I really just use the word Neat? God I need to go punch a hooker). It connects to the subway, but it's like this underground mall. There are a bunch of clothing stores and food eateries, and even some damn place where corporosos go to have their fucking shoes shined (Go home and get your fuckin' shine box!). It's obscene. Anyway, I figured I'd sneak into one of these food places, sit in an area where they wouldn't find me, and eat my lunch there. Walk into a Sbarro, sit down behind this wall that sort of shields me from the people at the registers, take my sandwiches out of my pocket, and before I can get them out of the bag, some pigfucker is onto me. No outside food. "Motherfucker," I muttered as I huffily packed my shit away and left. Sbarro has seen the last of Steven A. Taylor, I can tell you that much. I've got better places to not spend my money.
I ended up eating on one of those subway benches - I believe it was for a B-Train. I might as well have just eaten outside, 'cause those trains just blow cold air all over the place as they're passing by.
It wasn't until later in my lunch, when I was walking around in that underground area again, that I discovered where the Community Tables were located. Right next to a Starbucks in fact (one of two Starbucks's ... that's right, this underground mall has TWO Starbucks, Jesus H. Fucking Christ). Only problem with this area is that, when I was walking around, all the tables were taken (usually with one old man reading a newspaper bogarting more space than he actually needed).
All in all, this is a huge downgrade from the other place. Aesthetically, it's nicer to look at, and it's only on the third floor as opposed to the 30th, butfuckman, I need my CNN! I need my Soledad! I even need that little homosexual man who reports on business matters.
The company I'm temping for (have BEEN temping for since I got here) moved to a different office building, about five blocks south from where they were. On the plus side, it's five fewer blocks I have to walk to get to work. Ohhh, but the downsides! THE DOWNSIIIIDES!
On the one hand, I kinda like being set apart from the rest of the office. It's nice. Though, insodoing, I'm now in front of two glass doors that open up directly to the elevator bay, instead of the big wooden doors that shielded me before.
And sure, I now have a view, which I wasn't even sniffing at the other place. It's funny what simply knowing when it gets dark will do for your well-being. But, now I gotta hear all this bitching from everyone else, because apparently there are fewer offices with windows/views than at the other building. You wouldn't believe what snivelling babies some people are; this place is WAY bigger and more professional looking, but everyone's worried about whether they can look outside to watch a few buildings standing around, or some taxicabs driving by. Who cares? My window has a giant American flag in the way, boo fucking hoo!
But, the worst part, and what's surely going to drive me crazy in the long run, is the lack of a cafeteria. It's not that I went and ate their food at the other building on a daily basis - though they made a mean slice of cheese pizza. But, it IS where I ate my lunch, not to mention where I went to watch CNN in the morning before work (that Soledad O'Brien is one foxy lady).
You have no idea what it means to simply have a place where you can sit down and eat your lunch. I can't afford to eat out every day for lunch like the people I work with. You're looking at a minimum of $6 every day - and most times that's not including a drink! $30 a week, $120 a month give-or-take. Now, consider my peanut butter & jelly sandwiches. A loaf of bread is $2.00 a week. I probably run through a jar of peanut butter and a jar of jelly in a month. Say that's $3.00 each since I generally buy the generic brand. $14.00 a month vs. $120 a month. That's all I gotta say.
Yesterday, the high was 39 degrees, but it didn't get that sweltering until quittin' time. I'd say around lunch we were hovering slightly below freezing. Ergo, it's too fucking cold to eat lunch outside. With no cafeteria and no outside at my disposal, that left me with one other option.
Rockefeller Center has this underground area that's actually kinda neat (did I really just use the word Neat? God I need to go punch a hooker). It connects to the subway, but it's like this underground mall. There are a bunch of clothing stores and food eateries, and even some damn place where corporosos go to have their fucking shoes shined (Go home and get your fuckin' shine box!). It's obscene. Anyway, I figured I'd sneak into one of these food places, sit in an area where they wouldn't find me, and eat my lunch there. Walk into a Sbarro, sit down behind this wall that sort of shields me from the people at the registers, take my sandwiches out of my pocket, and before I can get them out of the bag, some pigfucker is onto me. No outside food. "Motherfucker," I muttered as I huffily packed my shit away and left. Sbarro has seen the last of Steven A. Taylor, I can tell you that much. I've got better places to not spend my money.
I ended up eating on one of those subway benches - I believe it was for a B-Train. I might as well have just eaten outside, 'cause those trains just blow cold air all over the place as they're passing by.
It wasn't until later in my lunch, when I was walking around in that underground area again, that I discovered where the Community Tables were located. Right next to a Starbucks in fact (one of two Starbucks's ... that's right, this underground mall has TWO Starbucks, Jesus H. Fucking Christ). Only problem with this area is that, when I was walking around, all the tables were taken (usually with one old man reading a newspaper bogarting more space than he actually needed).
All in all, this is a huge downgrade from the other place. Aesthetically, it's nicer to look at, and it's only on the third floor as opposed to the 30th, butfuckman, I need my CNN! I need my Soledad! I even need that little homosexual man who reports on business matters.