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captainsblogBad, to start: woke up with a bug. Not sure if it's the bug Eleanor finally got over; it's just as likely some monster Bronx virus I picked up in the cheap seats. "YO! I got your loogie to hock right heah! Gimme that codeine!" I downed a water bottle's worth of Emergen-C and have been hydrating all day, so it's been bearable.
Worse: Saw it was a co-worker's birthday, so I decided to get some birthday goodie thingie for her from the Manhattan Bagel across from my office and put a candle in it. No candles. Also, no Manhattan Bagel. (Apparently they closed while I was away and one of the former-owner Bagel Brothers is taking it over. Just not today.) Fortunately, our other co-workers brought pizza and cheesecake and she knew the sentiment was there. If not, you know, the goodie.
Trying: Walking back from Not Manhattan Bagel, I found some guy's debit card on the side of the road. I googled him and found a phone number that doesn't work and a Facebook page that does, but sending messages on that thing is an exercise in futility unless the recipient is already your friend.
Improving: Work itself went okay for the first day back. Did my first billing for a large new client, got another new client's work set up, but forgot one stupid piece of paper at home. Since I had to go there to retrieve it, I decided to make lemonade out of the forgotten lemon: I changed into jeans and sneakers and rode my bike to the office for the first time. It's a beautiful day, I now know it's a 12-minute ride (just around two miles), and the only literal hump in the road is a crest on Harlem Road about halfway down to Main Street, or as I now know it, halfway UP to Main Street. At least it'll be a nice easy ride home.
Good: Pizza and cheesecake. Om nom.
Silly: Someone took this picture at the Olympics-
And with that, I'm riding home. At least there won't be a crush of traffic coming out of the bagel shop:P
Worse: Saw it was a co-worker's birthday, so I decided to get some birthday goodie thingie for her from the Manhattan Bagel across from my office and put a candle in it. No candles. Also, no Manhattan Bagel. (Apparently they closed while I was away and one of the former-owner Bagel Brothers is taking it over. Just not today.) Fortunately, our other co-workers brought pizza and cheesecake and she knew the sentiment was there. If not, you know, the goodie.
Trying: Walking back from Not Manhattan Bagel, I found some guy's debit card on the side of the road. I googled him and found a phone number that doesn't work and a Facebook page that does, but sending messages on that thing is an exercise in futility unless the recipient is already your friend.
Improving: Work itself went okay for the first day back. Did my first billing for a large new client, got another new client's work set up, but forgot one stupid piece of paper at home. Since I had to go there to retrieve it, I decided to make lemonade out of the forgotten lemon: I changed into jeans and sneakers and rode my bike to the office for the first time. It's a beautiful day, I now know it's a 12-minute ride (just around two miles), and the only literal hump in the road is a crest on Harlem Road about halfway down to Main Street, or as I now know it, halfway UP to Main Street. At least it'll be a nice easy ride home.
Good: Pizza and cheesecake. Om nom.
Silly: Someone took this picture at the Olympics-
And with that, I'm riding home. At least there won't be a crush of traffic coming out of the bagel shop:P