i will never own one of these condos. sadly.

much like hilary's post from earlier today, i blog to you from my new temp job up here on the fancy upper east side of manhattan. ok, so people keep reminding me that it's technically "about three blocks away from spanish harlem," but you know what? i'm working in a building that's selling condos that range in price from astronomical to absolutely outrageous. so i say it's the upper east side.

i'm working in an office that only has four people in it, so that's great. it's for a big scary corporation, but it's not like in the corporate headquarters (re: i don't have a cubicle, i don't have anyone asking me about TPS reports, and i don't have to wear a suit to work every day--but i do have to wear a tie). so far everyone's perversely friendly. it actually got to a point yesterday where i was sitting around the office eating lunch with my new coworkers, chatting, and i thought to myself, "maybe these people are company moles who are only being so friendly to me to see if i'll like drop a bomb or say something that'll get me fired. and then they'll report back to the senior vp, and i'll be escorted out of the building like hilary that one time she worked in the federal building at that horrible job in baltimore."

apparently living in baltimore for so long has made me paranoid. or maybe it's all that schwag weed i've been smoking. oh wait i don't really"do" that, especially while trying to land a new full-time job.

then again, maybe people are just friendlier here. i've heard my whole life about how hardass new york is--about how hard everyone is, that they'll knock you over before they'd help you up--but baltimore was much less friendly. every time i buy a coffee or whatever and the person across the counter from me gives me a smile--or even says "thank you, have a great day" instead of handing me my change while looking piss-off-edly in the other direction--i'm surprised. that'll eventually fade, and i'll just take it for granted. until i visit balticore.