wwcitizen: (At Puter)
Today had a happy ending! Matthew bought me a beautiful, leather, comfortable, matching manager's chair for my office desk. He wanted me to have a really nice chair to replace the 10-yr-old one I had thrown away last month and the cheap replacement that broke quickly, over the course of 2 months. The most recent one was cheaply built and not sturdy. The plastic had been breaking on the arm rests whenever I put the slightest pressure on the back of the chair. Matt has the same chair as the one that broke and I'm trying to talk him into getting this one he bought for me today before the sides of his starts breaking.

Here's a picture of it. It's wonderful!! And, it was on sale!! Even better! I love my husband. I don't think I write that often enough.

wwcitizen: (workplace)
In this order, my day ended: art, wine, and good-byes. At work, we have bi-monthly or tri-monthly gallery showings of artworl either from local, national, or collegial artists. Last time around they brought in an installation from a "local" Israeli artist, whose work I found fascinating but macabre. When they have the Friday-night openings in our cafeteria, the Flik staff caters it very nicely. We always have a couple of choices of white and red wines apiece, and lots of hors d'ourvres.

We stand around and chit chat, get toasty and laugh and then go home. But tonight there were TWO happy hours - at the same bar!! At Pound & Pence, one party (essentially mine) met to congratulate a colleague on her new job closer to home and the other party was for a guy who works weekend hardware at the firm (yea, baby!! Lovin yer weekend hardware!!).

So after a few pieces of finger food (hummus, veggies, shrimp, and chicken satay) and three glasses of wine, I said good-bye to a very sweet, wonderful, lively young woman with whom I took great pleasure in working. Sad, toasty, and happy - all in one.
wwcitizen: (workplace)
There's hotness in construction men. There's hotness in beefy Italians with 5:00 shadow and a married belly. Yesterday's hottest moment was when the two hotnesses converged in a conversation held against the outside wall of a department store in Manhattan about cement and baseball. I witnessed it, but hate to admit, I didn't get a photo. Dammit!!
wwcitizen: (workplace)
Please be advised that due to the Pope's visit to Ground Zero on April 20th, there will be increased security around One Liberty Plaza. Access to the building will be limited through the Liberty Street entrance only. All other entrances will be closed.

The following streets will be closed during the Pope's visit to New York City:

Friday, April 18, 2008 beginning at 12 a.m. to Sunday April 20, 2008 ending at 11:30 p.m.

East 72nd Street between 5th Avenue and Madison Avenue

Friday, April 18, 2008

8 a.m. to 8 p.m.
67th and 68th Street between Lexington Avenue and 3rd Avenue
87th Street between 1st Avenue and York Avenue

4 a.m. to 3 p.m.
1st Avenue between 42nd Street and 48th Street - upper roadway
42nd Street to 47th Street between 1st Avenue and 2nd Avenue

Saturday, April 19, 2008

12 a.m. to 3 p.m.
50th Street and 51st Street between 5th Avenue and 6th Avenue

5 a.m. to 3 p.m.
5th Avenue between 47th Street and 73rd Street
47th Street to 53rd Street between Park Avenue and 6th Avenue
Madison Avenue between 47th Street and 53rd Street

Pedestrians may cross 5th Avenue at 47th, 53rd, 55th, 57th and 59th Street.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

5 a.m. to 11 a.m.
Barclay Street between Broadway and West Street
Cedar Street between Broadway and Church Street
Church Street between Barclay Street and Liberty Street
Cortlandt Street between Broadway and Church Street
Dey Street between Broadway and Church Street
Liberty Street between Broadway and Church Street
Fulton Street between Broadway and Church Street
Vesey Street between Broadway and Church Street
Trinity Place between Liberty Street and Rector Street
West Street between the FDR Drive and Murray Street

Spectators will be allowed on Church Street from Liberty Street to Vesey Street.

12 a.m. to 8 p.m.
Jerome Avenue - Major Deegan Approach to 162nd Street including Macombs Dam Bridge
River Avenue between 149th Street and 162nd Street
Rupert Place between 153rd Street and 161st Street
153rd Street between Rupert Place to Major Deegan Extension
157th Street between Major Deegan Extension to Rupert Place
157th Street from River to Gerard
158th Street from River to Gerard
161st Street from Jerome to Grand Concourse
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Hey, I suppose it's better late than never, huh?

Ticker Tape Parade Pictures
wwcitizen: (workplace)
So, in a turn of events, unfortunate or fortunate depending on my perspective during the hours, I did get a chance for exposure to the ticker tape parade - at least the utter chaos of its setup, the crowd's gathering, and the start-up of the parade. I had to go to my office to pick up a few things, attend an online meeting, answer some emails and high-tail it out of there.

It was fascinating, exhilerating, and irritating as the hours went on. I took some pictures of the progress of my exposure, too, which I will have to post later.

The fascinating part were the crowds of people on the lite rail and the PATH trains heading to the WTC. They were excited and looking forward to the festivities. There lots of kids, lots of handsome men, and not a minority of hot men clad in NY Giants jerseys.

The exhilerating part was walking around our building to find a co-worker a good spot to watch the parade and take pictures himself. And then going out with another to see the increasing mob around my building.

The irritating parts involved leaving my building and getting on a subway, which on a normal day would take about 5 minutes. Today it took me about 30 minutes to find the proper outlet to take me to an inconvenient train uptown for my conference. The crowd along Broadway began yelling and thousands of paper shards were floating and drifting through the air. Some offices or apartments threw out long streams of unrolled toilet paper, which TP'd street lights and undulated on the breeze in the Canyon of Heroes (something I just realized about this particular venue and why it was chosen to honor the team that beat the NE Pats!!). I noticed people were just dumping their bags of shredded documents (Enron documents?) into the street onto the crowds below.

I suddenly remembered the Monet painting of a Paris parade with french flags flying proudly. Not sure if pride welled up inside of me and I doubt very seriously it was patriotism, but it was emotional. Perhaps it was simply the humanity of the celebration (am I analyzing too much? It was a parade...).

The mounted policemen had to quiet their horses when the cheers got ever louder for some reason. I was on Church St (parallel to Broadway) at this point trying to escape the area. I made my way out of the plaza (devoid of non-security personnel) and down to the R train, rather than the E. My first try to get onto the E train failed miserably and I had to turn around and find a different route. Once down the road and walking along very narrow streets, stray strands of paper floated by and I caught one, which is supposed to be good luck if you catch them in the air. The crowd's cheers could be heard equally as loud two blocks away. The canyon aspect of all the streets in the neighborhood lends itself to echoes.

I'm really glad that I was able to get exposed to this kind of parade and that easily enough it took place on the way to and away from the office. A convenient ticker tape parade - for me.
wwcitizen: (workplace)
Announcement at the office today: "There will be a ticker-tape parade in honor of the New York Giants tomorrow, February 5th at 11 a.m. The parade will begin on Broadway at Battery Place and will proceed north, passing One Liberty Plaza, and ending with a ceremony at City Hall Plaza at approximately 1 p.m. Due to the parade, vehicle access to One Liberty Plaza will be limited. The New York Police Department will begin street closings on Broadway several hours prior to 11 a.m. Church Street will remain open to vehicular traffic but with expected delays. Pedestrians will be able to cross Broadway at Exchange Alley, Wall Street, Cedar Street, Cortland Street, Fulton Street and Reade Street. There will also be a heightened police and security presence around the building."

Unfortunate is that I am supposed to be at a conference tomorrow. I'm kinda bummed and trying to think of how I can get down here for the parade, take pictures, experience this excitement in NYC(!), then go back uptown. Hope so - if I can do it, I'll post some pictures. But, it's also supposed to rain tomorrow... :-(
wwcitizen: (workplace)
Yesterday was an especially windy day. In fact the last two days have been windier than normal in the Canyon of Heroes and in the many burroughs and environs of New York City. It was so windy that up here on the 37th floor, you could feel and almost see the building swaying. It seemed that the bathroom was the creakiest room, but alas, no: The corner conference room I used for a meeting was creakier. This conference room looks out over the top of the Deutsche Bank building to the left and the WTC construction site to the right. The room was so loud I had to apologize for the extra noise to the people on the conference call!

The guy with me on the call in the noticed that the drafts we were feeling during the call and whipping about the room were due to spaces between the windows and the rubber. Scary thought that during our meeting, we could possibly be facing breaking glass while discussing code for a database!
wwcitizen: (workplace)
At work this morning:
Due to ongoing reconstruction work, blasting will continue at the WTC site for the next few weeks.

Email for the PATH this morning:
The sidewalk area along the west side of Church Street, south of the World Trade Center Station entrance is now closed for ongoing construction. Passengers may access the World Trade Center Station via Fulton or Vesey Streets. The sidewalk area along the east side of Church Street remains open (which was one of my concerns).

Thing is, though, there are elements of my walking that might need to change, which ultimately will be good for me as I might have to walk a little further than I had become accustomed to.
wwcitizen: (workplace)
The Port Authority will be doing construction blasting at the World Trade Center site today. We'll feel the ground shake a little, I imagine.
wwcitizen: (Lincoln Tunnel)
It's cold in the city today and my day was long and full of heavy-hitting conversations. My last conversation related to communication and asking a project team member - pleading with her - to communicate better. The discussion escalated and my frustration was very evident because my words didn't seem to be falling on listening ears. This topic has been mentioned, emailed, discussed, escalated to upper managers with this specific peoject team for the better part of three weeks - internally and externally. At the end of the day, a good thoroughly written and communicated email went out to the correct recipients. Whereas I was happy about that email (signifying that an incling of my logic and pleas had eked into that team member through other distractions of the day), the passion and emotion our conversation evoked left me disheartened even still.

That person happened to take the elevator down with me. I was uncomfortable. She made her labored way out of the building and I chose to linger behind and give her and me some peace. She also happens to take my train to Port Authority, too.

I eventually caught up to her because she's got knee problems and walks poorly (until she has surgery at the end of the month). So, I waited behind even longer, letting her take the first train while I sat on a bench outside a hotel in the cold, pensive and contemplative.

Out of nowhere this young kid approahced me with a box of candy. He was trying to sell his box of candy for charity.

As a person who doesn't trust people much on the street, I was wary and declined (I didn't want to reach for my wallet). The kid sat down next to me to explain what he was selling and for whom. I declined yet again.

He looked at me with the best entrepreneurial gaze and said, "would you care to donate to the cause? Quarter, nickel, dime, dollah?"

That question and his delivery made me chuckle, even though I declined yet again. That little interchange took my mind off the afternoon and my last meeting. That little kid with "Quarter, nickel, dime, dollah?" was an angel.
wwcitizen: (workplace)
This morning, one of my work buddies surprised me with a container of a homemade Asian subcontinent concoction that his mom and wife. It smelled heavenly. The scents were clove, curry (which I know [livejournal.com profile] sparkygearhead would appreciate a lot), chicken broth, a little tumeric (?) maybe, peppercorns, and other stuff. My buddy is originally from Pakistan; his mother was here over the summer and made a whole bunch of the base flavoring for this dish. Yesterday he had some from home for his lunch. I had to comment on it because it smelled so rich and tasty; I was jealous.

But today, he brought me my own bowl! While savoring each bite, I discovered thumb-sized chunks of the most tender, scrumptuous chicken that had picked up all the flavors of the rice. It was hard to enter into my diet tracking, but it was soooo worth it.

After I finished the substantially portioned morsel of heaven, I gazed into the empty bowl with a boo-boo lip and a "no more?", "all gone?" whimper. I wanted to lick that bowl dry, but I washed it instead.

What a treat!

PS On the flip side, I was also excited about the hummus in the cafeteria this morning - I've never had a bad batch of it here, until today. So, doubly happy that I had something astronomically delicious to fill in that gap and this belly...
wwcitizen: (SideSmile-Again)
That's how I feel like I sound: "Doy. Duh. Goo-goo. Blah." I'm soooo out of it again today. Granted, last night I had a couple of lethargy-enducing red wine (Louis Jadot Beaujoulais), but that was while and after indulging in homemade crab cakes that my husband cooked earlier.

As I posted earlier this week, I have been going to bed later and later each night, but getting up at the same time: 7:15 AM. Yesterday, I felt faint and my equalibrium was off. Today, it's not as bad, but I wonder if it's just a cold that my body's warding off added to my exhaustion. Or is it just exhaustion?

I asked a question or two during meetings this morning already and no one understood the questions. My mind had something else in it than what actually came out of my mouth. I confused myself even because the thoughts would not formulate words firmly enough for audible exposure. How frustrating.
wwcitizen: (Demonned Face)
This is a picture of me at work today - first time I've "dressed up" for H-day in a while...

wwcitizen: (Jupiter Pool Face)
This was just sent around the office:

"Please be advised that Broadway is closed due to a manhole fire at Broadway and Fulton Street."

I certainly hope that no one is hurt in that fire, but seriously, there is a lot that could be done (or insinuated with double-entendres) with that short statement.
wwcitizen: (Jupiter Pool Face)
It's a rude awakening to realize, as you're standing and peeing into a urinal, that your shirt matches the color of the urinal deodorant. Pink. Bright, pretty pink.
wwcitizen: (Steve Primed)
I can't stand Excuse Factories. Excuse Factories:

* Make excuses for the reasons for problems.
* Look for fault around them and not themselves.
* Don't accept responsibility for anything they do wrong.
* Don't fess up to not doing things expected of them.
* Waste time on discussing - at length - what went wrong and why and who's to blame.
* Never come up with solutions until they're told to by a manager or person in authority.
* Make others waste time on figuring out where things went awry (when that's not the important issue!).


When cornered, Excuse Factories will:

* Lie about things pertaining to the supposed resolution.
* Point fingers / look for "substantive" emails that point to the problem.
* Pop round for a chit-chat about the problem (so there's no documentation).
* Say they didn't understand something (even though they never asked for explanation or clarification on the issues at the outset - If they don't understand it and something goes wrong, they think they're not at fault - even if it's clearly within their area of expertise and responsibility).

I have striven throughout my career to, if I hear myself becoming an Excuse Factory, go the opposite direction as quickly as possible. I have tried to become a solutions-oriented person who proactively looks to improve himself and his own processes. I wish others on my project teams felt and acted the same way. More projects might be more successful.
wwcitizen: (CologneForChristmas)
This is a group of people in our Desktop Systems department putting together "packages" (that typically get installed to our computers) and their dilemmas when working out the process - people keep calling to expand the package... the never-ending story.

wwcitizen: (workplace)
I've decided that I like the way my dress shoes sound on wood floors. Clop! Clop! Clop-clop-clop! It's so satisfying to walk across the floors in my office building with dress shoes because they make that sound and echo through the foyer. The little space between the flooring and the actual cement floor beneath makes the sound powerful and strong. What's cool is the contrasting quiet of the carpet and then the intermittent "CLOP!" of my heels as they find the wood. You can actually hear the progression of someone walking through a lobby. There is almost an equal satisfaction of walking on tiled floors, as long as there is some space that allows for the desired "CLOP!" As strange as it might seem, I was actually kind of looking forward to how these dress shoes sounded on the wood and tiled floors of my office building while I was walking to work. Is that strange? Or do others feel the same way, but are afraid to talk about it - for fear that they'll seem strange?
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Where Do Homosexuals Get All Their Energy?

By Brandon Kelley

Boy, am I beat. And it's not like I have some crazy life where I'm working three jobs and going to night school. No, I just have one job and a small apartment. I don't even have a pet to look after. Even so, it seems that no matter what I do, there's always more. If they put another eight hours in the day, I might be able to catch up on the laundry list of chores I have, or even just my laundry, if I were lucky. But you know who really gets it done? Homosexuals.

I know what you're saying: Brandon , you're just perpetuating the stereotype that homosexuals are superhuman. That is totally not true. All I'm saying is, with their boundless energy and talents, they make us straight guys look bad.

Just look at the way they dress. They must get up bright and early just to figure out how to match their homosexual outfits. They do this, plus take the time to have a nice, hot morning bath. And they eat, too. Homosexuals know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. By 8 a.m., they are out the door, fully rested and raring to go.

For me, just shopping for a new pair of shoes is exhausting. I try on maybe one or two new pairs, and I'm ready to call it a day. But a homosexual can sit for hours in Barney's tirelessly trying on dozens of pairs, and when he finds the one he wants, why, he's ready to wear those gay shoes out to a homosexual club and dance all night. What vim!

And that's another thing: Even after partying all night, homosexuals must have to work a lot in order to earn enough money for their active lifestyles. After all, meals at the trendiest restaurants in town don't grow on trees. So they go to their jobs as designers and lawyers and architects and work hard to afford all these things. Their busy minds are always whirring, whirring, whirring.

They're no slouches at home, eitherthey always have to be fixing something. Homosexuals are the first ones to go into a bad neighborhood, buy a beautiful old building, restore it to its former grandeur, and then wait until a coffee shop opens on the block. Or they open one themselves! Do you understand? They don't even have a coffee shop when they move into the neighborhood. I can't get anything done without a cup of good coffee.

And do you know what they do after restoring a building? To the gym! They pump iron and play racquetball like they were tying their shoes.

It's nothing to them. Or they go jogging in an urban riverside park and take their dogs with them. And as they do these things, they effortlessly carry on the most sparkling conversations filled with witty bon mots and juicy innuendo. That physical activity frees up their minds and gives them ideas for their next play or painting. Imagine being able to run six miles a day and make indelible contributions to the arts and letters of our country. Phew! I get tired just thinking about it!

And don't remind me about those gallery openings.

After a hard day of work, I was barely able to drag my ass down to the last one. I told myself, I'm not doing this again anytime soon! But it would never occur to homosexuals to think those things. The moment I walked in, there they were, dressed impeccably and criticizing the choice of wine. They'd even prepared these fantastic hors d'oeuvres trays. Ever heard of jicama? Well, if you're homosexual, you have. It's a very tasty vegetable and, though exotic, an ideal choice for a light appetizer. Naturally!

So I ask, where do they get all their energy? Is it from all that meth? I've heard it's an epidemic in the homosexual community, and it may explain how they can charge through their day.

But that doesn't seem like the whole explanation.

Perhaps it's the centuries of persecution that's kept them on their toes. Or maybe homosexual sex is simply more invigorating and satisfying. Or could it be that their quest to be perfect is a way to compensate for their families' shame? It's a mystery to me! But whatever it is, it sure seems to be working.


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