To anyone who says the Jersey Shore is ugly/trashy, I present the following:
Whatever. Trashy or not, I got sunshine today.
My mom and I hit up the snack bar for lunch. We split fries, and I got a chicken sandwich; she got a hot dog. I looked at the menu and contemplated a burger but went with the chicken sandwich because I wanted fries and knew I’d be indulging all weekend. I should have just gone with the burger, because I’m still craving one.
When I was employed, I dreamed about having days to do whatever I wanted, to make my own schedule as I pleased.
The grass is always greener on the other side. I’m not getting bored by any means, but I absolutely miss having a set schedule.
However, the lack of regular schedule has made for some interesting days.
Today I walked up to Columbus Circle to swim at the Equinox up there, and I was walking back, I saw this on the side of the Hearst building.
And this is why a layoff is like a breakup. Just as you’re going about your day, there’s something that reminds you of that person/company and it hits you like a ton of bricks. It’s not always a bad feeling, but it can definitely be a shock.
Seeing these magazines on the newsstand hasn’t fazed me for some reason, but this did. It’s like when I’m waiting for the caffeine from my coffee to take effect and I see a former coworker on the Today Show. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just a reminder of how my life has changed.
But back to the swim. I did 1400 yards, which is longer than I’ve ever done! I did: 100 yards, 200 yards, 100 yards, 200 yards, 300 yards, 400 yards, 100 yards. And now my ears hurt a little bit.
I ran home and ate the quickest lunch ever and ran out for another interview. On my way home, I got to walk on the new section of the Highline, which was really pretty.
And now I’m in NJ so that my mom and I can head down the shore for a little sunshine tomorrow. My mom asked what I wanted for dinner, and I requested food on the grill, since my little grill pan ain’t quite the same.
Turkey burger on an Arnold whole wheat bun.
And some grilled veggies.
My dad stole my camera while I was eating. He thought you all might want to see their flowers on the patio?
My humoring him face, apparently.
We also grilled sweet potatoes, and they were honestly kind of a fail. I had read somewhere to boil them first, so we did for a few minutes and then placed them on the grill (in this foil, with olive oil and salt and pepper), but they never got crunchy.
What’s your favorite on-the-grill food? That’s one downside to living in NYC—not nearly enough chances to grill in the summer.