overheard at a social work job fair

Me:

Hi, I'm a 2nd year social work student at Columbia. Blah blah blah. My concentration is in nonprofit management and administration. I have experience writing grants and in program development. More blah blah blah. Do you know of any job opportunities within your organization that would match my background?

Recruiter:

We do have a grants and development department.

Me:

Oh, that's great! Do you know if you're hiring for positions in that department?

Recruiter:

Honey (!), I'm the Director of Social Services. I came here to recruit social workers.

Me:
...But, I am a social worker.

[angry face]

bad news bears

I broke my camera. Now all my pictures look like this:

In case you can't tell, this is my office computer;

My pen holder, from Aarong in Bangladesh;


And the random loose leaf paper lying around on my desk
because I am organized in a disorganized sort of way.

All pictures taken at my office in East Harlem. 4/20/09.

hot thing

There are times when I can't wait to leave the city, like when:

1. I have to choose between paying ridiculous prices for a carton of milk or having to haul my groceries from TJ's on 14th to Morningside Heights (lazy v. cheap, my ultimate dilemma), and having to withstand the hordes of people regardless;
2. I hear that a friend of a friend is only paying $1600/month for her studio at the Newseum, across the street from the National Mall, or that a friend's mortgage payment towards her house + acreage is still less than what I'm paying for my subsidized apartment that I share with two people; or
3. I and a million of my closest friends end up sharing the same patch of green on the first sunny, warm day in forever.

...But then there are days like yesterday. The weather was perfect, and yes, Central Park was very crowded, but afterward, Brando and I hung out on Main Campus for the Bacchanal '09 concerts, featuring:

Vampire Weekend was so much fun! Definitely great live.

I might have to buy their CD.

...and...

Talib Kweli is so fantastic. The crowd was disappointing.

Days like this make it possible to endure the crowds, the smell, the dirtiness, the high cost of living, and then I'm back to square one in deciding what I want to do after graduation.