I generally don't blog about personal stuff, but every once in a while, I have to admit that walking through downtown Manhattan gets to me. I have to walk down through Battery Park to get to the Staten Island ferry every day, and most of the time, I just turn off that switch in my head. I might just be walking through a Nebraska corn field. But sometimes -- like this week -- I just start to lose it. I see the Sphere, or despite my best efforts, I catch a glimpse of the cranes and construction at Ground Zero, and it all just comes rushing in on me.
It's ironic, I suppose; someone like me, working as a tech support geek at a Wall Street financial services firm. If I thought there were jobs for geeks like me somewhere outside the city, sometimes I think I'd move out of Staten Island. And no, contrary to the snide comments over on on the alt boards, I don't live in my parent's basement. It's an in-law apartment, ***hole. I put every penny into getting the word out, and I'm proud of that.
I just wish, sometimes, that I worked in midtown.
It's ironic, I suppose; someone like me, working as a tech support geek at a Wall Street financial services firm. If I thought there were jobs for geeks like me somewhere outside the city, sometimes I think I'd move out of Staten Island. And no, contrary to the snide comments over on on the alt boards, I don't live in my parent's basement. It's an in-law apartment, ***hole. I put every penny into getting the word out, and I'm proud of that.
I just wish, sometimes, that I worked in midtown.
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