pretty damn euphoric it's friday in NYC

I saw that NYCers (including myself) posted the shit out of this awesome blog post yesterday - 50 Reasons to Be Pretty Damn Euphoric You Live In New York City.  As cheesy as it sounds, this list was perfect.  Perfect because I get butterflies every time I fly back into the city, and perfect because it confirmed it's socially accepted here to act like you're in college well into your mid-life crisis.  Perfect because I TOTALLY have my spot on the subway platform where I wait for the door to open up right in front of me and take me right to where the stairs are when I'm getting off. 


Perfect because after lovin' on my city and posting this for all of the Facebook world to see ... I headed down to the subway station to "prewalk" to that perfect subway spot.  Sporting a fever and a pending, two-year-old's temper tantrum, I paused to let a girl pass so I wouldn't poke her in the eye with my umbrella. I heard the snarling comment from the woman behind me (she's clearly pretty damn euphoric to be here) ... and the following transpired: 

• NYC bitch: "Excuse me, we're getting wet." 
• Feverish HMOH (under her breath):  "I didn't want to poke her in the eye."  
• NYC bitch again: "Excusseeee me, what did you say?"  
• HMOH (verge of tears):  "I didn't want to poke her in the eye."  
• Man from the Peanut Gallery:  "So we should all get wet?"  

You're so right sir.  You should be saved for waiting 4 seconds in the rain and potentially having your hair frizz, and this young lady should have just one eyeball.  I busted out hysterically crying, wiping snot on my ugly sweater (it was that kind of day).  Jussttttt perfect ... because as much as I love New York, I f'ing hate it too.


Forget NYC, I can not stand people (all over the country) who feel they can 'reply all' to informational corporate emails, knowing perfectly well there are going to be up to 200 people on that listserve that don't care your cousin Sally lives in Maine with her 16 kitties.  Thanks dude for sharing ... with the entire company.


And while I'm on this soapbox, there is no soap in our girl's bathroom at work.  Hasn't been for a few days.  Girls have just given up on trying for the pump and walk outside to the Purrell dispenser to desanitize.  When we asked the bathroom attendant how we get some soap, she replied with "Call someone."  I'm confused. If you can't call the bathroom attendant for soap, who can you?


Perfect because truly, if you can make it here - you can make it anywhere. I'm not sure where I'm going, but at least I made it to Friday!


-HMOH