Oh rats!

While waiting for the subway this morning, I noticed a sign pinned to the subway wall that said, "Caution Rodent Poison." Under the caution, the exterminator had initialed and dated his last visit.
It read, HGS 2002.
And NY wonders why the subways have rats????

Girl on a mission...

This weekend I was walking through the busy and beautiful Union Square. I was on a mission. I was shopping in the flower market that sits in the square park. I bought 5 beautiful Impatients that I knew would look fabulous in my new flower bed. With potted plants in hand I inched my way through the crowd to DSW to quickly browse the summer heels. I love Union Square because it is the only place where the east village meets the west village (weird and quirky meets hippie vegans). This is the hot spot for social and political activism. I could stand all day and watch the people protest about slaves in china, have a pillow fight, shop in the green market, argue that Bush is gay, buy organic wine, beg for the homeless, practice meditation, or adopt a puppy. Although I love the craziness the park has to offer, today it was about flowers and shoes. I had no time to argue about the war with a homeless man wrapped in aluminium foil.

I had almost made it into the store when a man stopped me and said, "Excuse me, are you from here?" Knowing that I didn't have time for a mini lecture, I quickly said, "yes, but I'm not interested in buying what you have to sell, I'm not converting to your religion, I don't want to adopt a kid in Yemen, and I won't sign a petition." I turned to walk away feeling quite satisfied he would leave me alone.
He just looked at me blank face and said, "OK...but do you mind telling me how to get Broadway?"

I'm a jerk.

Is this a Date or an Interview?

I had a great interview today! It was one of those interviews where the conversation is flowing, I made him laugh several times, and I felt I was sharp, charming and professional. I made sure to smile and look interested throughout the interview trying to give the best impression! When the interview ended he smiled and seemed genuine when he said, "Great seeing you. Thanks for coming and let’s talk soon." Although the interview went well, it wasn't really what I was looking for. The product I would be selling was not my favorite and although it was a great company, I wasn't sold on the job.

After the interview, I grabbed a smoothie and walked through Central Park back to work. On the walk, I couldn't help but analyze this all too familiar scene that quite frankly, was starting to get old. I felt as though I had been on a typical New York date.

It's the date where you meet up with a guy who you meet through a friend. You have done your research (google his name, get friends recommendation, and facebook/myspace stalk him to ensure his is indeed attractive, single and straight.). When we meet up, he seems great! We make each other laugh, he is intelligent, he likes my stories, conversation flows...he did play with his food a little during the meal and I think I saw him check out another girl....but hey, it's ONLY the first date! Still, I make sure to smile and seem interested throughout the night. When we finally part ways he finishes with, "Great seeing you. Thanks for coming and let’s talk soon."

I gave both my best shot! I smiled, tried to be endearing, and give the opportunities an honest attempt. But, although it went well, it’s not what I'm looking for. If he calls, I know I won't return them, just like I know I won't take the job.

In the meantime, I will continue with what I do best: Enjoy the city, spend time with dear friends, work hard at my fun job and continue to look for things that challenge and make me a better person.

The City Runs on Starbucks

This morning I had an 8:30am meeting on Houston. It was such a beautiful spring day, that after the meeting I decided to walk the long way to the 6 train and stop for a Starbucks ice coffee. I was excited to see a long Starbucks line that snaked around the entrance to the coffee shop. The Astor Place Starbucks has huge windows that wrap around the shop and because it is close to NYU, I always find tons of wonderfully weird people who make me smile. As I stood in line, an employee with a headset walked from person to person taking orders and requesting drinks through his headset. “Double tall, extra hot, no foam, skim, latte for Sarah”, he said into his microphone attached to his head. Then he would move on to the next person as the barrister was busy filling the orders.

I love New Yorkers addicted to their liquid caffeine breakfast. And I love how the Starbucks employees created a drive through for people instead of cars to quickly fulfill their coffee addiction.

I loved watching the people waiting in line. They were all trying to rush through the line on their blackberries and ipods. All of them too busy to stop and appreciate the line. I think most people looking on would be turned off by this hectic chaotic Starbucks. I found it refreshing. That's what this city is about. People trying to get as much done, make as much money, and network with as many people possible in 24 hours.

My lesson of the day: This city only moves as fast as the Starbucks line.

Baby Cakes

It is a known fact that the best dessert places in New York will have lines. They are hot spots, everyone wants in on the action, so they are crowded. New Yorkers know this so we don't complain. I am bothered by the tourist standing in line at Serendipity that proclaim loudly, "The desserts can't be that good to wait four hours..lets just go to Ben and Jerry's."
I want to pull a Michael Spinks the moment the forsaken words are spoken, "First of all, don't talk about the Forbidden Broadway or Frozen Hot Chocolate like that! Secondly, if you knew the simple rules of the waiting game, you could appreciate the simple sweet pleasures NYC has to offer!"

Yes, Serendipity has a four hour line 7 nights a week. That's because it is worth it. The desserts are bigger than your head, and have so many layers of chocolate, caramel and whip cream you would think Willie Wonka himself got a hold of it. There is a reason Ben and Jerry's has a 10 minute line. (Don't get me wrong, the B&J Oatmeal cookie dough is out of this world, but a small cone cannot compare to the masterpieces at Serendipity).
My best advise for hitting this New York honey hole is skip dinner! If you go to Serendipity for the dessert, then only get dessert and skip out on dinner. Plan ahead! Start early and put your name on the waiting list. Then shop in Bloomingdale's, Urban Outfitters, H&M and Dylan's Candy Bar (all within a 4 block radius) then go somewhere else for food. Have all your eating and shopping done by the time your name is call. Perfect timing for dessert at Serendipity!

Speaking of sweet treats, few will find a better cupcake than at Magnolia Bakery (although my personal fav at Mag Bake is the whipped banana pudding). The line is up to an hour long with no seating inside the bakery. Because Mag Bakery does not have a hostess taking names and giving a ETD (estimated time till dessert), I have created a time line. If you are in a line that has wrapped around the corner and past the first apartment on the block, you are looking at a 45 minute wait. If you are standing in line at the MB side window (off 11th street), you will only be in line for 15 minutes. Once you have made it to the front door of the delicious bakery, you have one final obstacle. You must still make it past the Cupcake Bouncer at the door. (He resembles a bouncer that take IDs at bars or backstage to concerts however he is guarding the entrance to cupcake heaven). This man has the power to accept people into the bakery. You may have to wait in front of this man (who is usually wearing an apron) for up to 5 minutes. The line can be exhausting, but you will be rewarded with your sweetly frosted bite size cake. The park across Bleecker is the perfect spot to enjoy and savor every bite!

The city truly has sweet deals, and these little secrets are simply icing on the cake!

NYC Etiquette Guide

We were all raised to have manners. Our mamas taught us to say "yes ma'am", "no sir", "yes please", "thank you." I remember at a young age my mom teaching my brother to open doors for girls and to look at others in the eye when talking. I remember when I was about five years old, a stranger stopped my mom and me in a grocery store to compliment me. "You have the cutest blond curls," she told me. I responded as a typical kid, "I hate them." My mom lectured me the entire car ride home saying, "when someone compliments you, thank them and smile politely." I remember my mom explaining to me how I was rude to the woman in the store and next time I was to be thankful when someone goes out of their way to be kind.
These are basic manners we learn as kids and still use as adults.
Unfortunately, when you are an adult in New York City, the rules change. Yes, it is still polite to say please and thank you. But because NYC is so much different than most cities, we have additional rules that most outsiders have yet to learn.

Business Etiquette
1. Elevators - This is standard in ALL America. This is not a game of Mouse Trap. You will not get stuck in the elevator if you are not the first one off. Men should let women get on and off first.
2. Speaking of Elevators - talking on cell phones in them or loud music from your ipod is inappropriate.
3. Revolving doors - Men walk in the door first to make the second push easier for the girl. Also, only one person per divider. The door will not revolve when more than one person try to squeeze in a slot. It won't work, so stop trying.
4. Taxis - Men get in first so the girl doesn't have to crawl over the seat to slide over.

Street Etiquette
1. Side walks - We don't stop in the middle of them. Tourist like to stop, stare up, and take pictures..all on the busiest streets of Manhattan. People die this way. For your own good, go with the flow.
2. Umbrellas - This is a big one. Our streets barley fit all the people on them, let alone people and their umbrellas. When you must use an umbrella raise or lower it when you see a person coming. If you raise your umbrella higher, then the person approaching should lower. This avoids an umbrella collision and everyone getting wet. Golf umbrellas are unnecessary in the city. They take up the entire sidewalk leaving no room for anyone else's umbrella. Be courteous. Use small umbrellas and avoid accidents.
3. Sidewalk grates - these are the the grates built into the ground on every NY street. They are safe to walk on, but the holes create an obstacle for healed shoes. Men should always opt to walk on the grates so women's high heals don't get stuck in them.
4. Hailing taxis - if someone is hailing a taxi on the corner, that is their corner. They have claimed the next taxi that passes. You must change corners or wait until they are gone to claim the next taxi.
5. Personal space - for as small as Manhattan is, New Yorkers like their personal space (meaning the 5 inches of space that surrounds their body). Strangers should not invade this.

Subway Etiquette-
I believe the Urban Etiquette Handbook said it best:

Rules of the underground: (1) Knees may be no more than six inches apart. (2) If you can't control your offspring, watch as a stranger does it for you. (3) What did we say about checking out the girls? (4) The Post is only 25 cents—buy your own. (5) Holding the subway door makes everyone on the train love you. (6) As does loud music. (7) Lie down on subway only if dead.

The rules are simple and they help make this busy New York life a little easier. We all know not everyone will follow these rules. But clearly their mama didn't raise them right!

The Village People

I don’t trust NYC neighborhoods that don’t have a Starbucks in a 6 block radius.

(Dunkin Donuts is NOT a substitute).

Seriously...this is Manhattan...one of the business capitals of the world. How can you walk 6 blocks and not see a Starbucks?!

Let me introduce you to a NYC neighborhood that does not have Starbucks. Its called the East Village. I just spent 2 hours looking at an apartment in this neighborhood. Actually I looked at the apartment for 5 minutes and spent the other 115 minutes getting to and wandering around lost in the East Village.

I have lived in Manhattan over two years. I like to think I know my way around the city. However when you take numbers off the street sings and replace them with names like Allan and Eldridge then how am I suppose to know which way is North? Its like they use all street sign numbers on the important parts of the city so they were left with random names by the time they needed to label streets in the East Village. I stopped and asked for directions 3 times, but no one spoke English (and I’m not kidding).

And furthermore - what is wrong with the East Village??? I passed several people doing laundry and and just sitting on benches in the middle of the day. What jobs do these people have that allow them to do laundry in their pajamas in the middle of a Monday afternoon???

I guess this is what makes NYC unique from other cities in the world. I left work at Rockefeller Center which is in the middle of the biggest landmarks in the world. I left the business men, investment bankers and five star restaurants and got on a subway. A few stops later I got off in the East Village. Not one sky scraper can be seen in the village. I passed mom and pop eateries like Ramirez Subs, and The Village Pizza. I passed old women cracked out on park benches and hippies walking around with guitars. Clearly this is not a part of town I would feel comfortable living in, but some people love this!

I decided to pass on the apartment in the village before I even saw the building. I wanted to save this apartment for someone who would truly love the village. I'm sure there are 3 special girls that are looking for a cute walk up where they can work on paintings, music and their herbal garden.