Today's been one of those weird "only in New York" kind of days.
I mentioned I had an interview today with an NGO called the New Teachers Project which works with AmeriCorps and other teacher-training programs in NYC. They do some really good work, and as someone with a lot of experience in the public education system (ten in the K-12 system, six in higher ed before Fordham) and who's taught people coming out of NYC's public school system in particular, I'm familiar with some of the projects they work with. I'm familiar with the need
of them more importantly. They're actually a group I could see myself working for full-time, and the person at the interview mentioned this. The job is part time which means there's flexibility to not start first thing in the morning (an issue, as I live in another bureau at least through the end of July) and telecommute some of the time when they don't need me all day. They also know that I'm looking for something full-time and permanent after the summer ends and didn't seem put off but it (it's part-time, and the occasional interview is much easier to schedule around than a second work schedule, as my interviewer put it). It was a good interview from my perspective at least.
All of that is encouraging but fairly standard. It could happen in Boston or Boise as easily as Brooklyn. The thing is, because I'm in the middle of end-of-term grading and because of our schedule I ended up going in at 10:30 on a day I had therapy at 4:15. The other option was cancelling therapy for the third week in a row or going into the city on two consecutive days when I really needed to be logging major hours working through papers in my apartment. This is fine, except it's New York. It's not always the easiest thing to kill time in a city, mainly because space is at a premium and quite often you have homeless needing a place to stay cool or warm. There's not much public space these days, even a lot of the parks are privatized. But going home and then back out again didn't really make sense.
So today I've:
- Walked across paint in my dress shoes I carry in my bag (because no one can ride the subway in heels, and I can't even seem to manage it in flats). This gave me two options: walk in leaving tracks of bright-blue paint over the carpet or show up with a bookbag and wearing trainers. At least I had a story and was able to come off unflappable.
- Waited forty-five minutes for a barbecue joint to open only to find out that barbecue didn't really mean barbecue. 9brisket and chips? Really/?) before giving up and grabbing a sub at a Blimpie's.
- Gtting my hair cut at a barber shop just inside the subway. Going to Columbus Circle (which I haven't been to since my therapist moved to Washington Square) and paying an extra care just for the privilege. And by in the subway, I do mean… in the subway. As in outside the fair-gates but before you reach ground-level. (Ah, well. You can't beat the price and people always assume I got it done in some kitschy hole-in-the-wall place in Manhattan. Which I suppose is true in its way.)
- Trying no less than three places looking for a public toilet. I get why this is a problem (see above re: homeless problem), but must it be such a problem?Stopping in at a Whole Foods for a snack. A Whole Foods that apparently has not only an actual bar inside but also a purchase minimum if you want to eat your food there. I just missed it and had to give their clerk seventy-five cents so they wouldn't throw me out. (Ah, the privilege of being white and middle-class…)</li>
- Ended up riding to Queens and back on the subway because it was quiet and I sat right under a vent and had a seat to sit down, finishing the last bits of both "Nature and Nurture" and "Lifetime Achievement Award" (long, well-read WIPs in the Sherlock fandom that finished posting this week), as well as two more stories from the ACD_Holmesfest exchange, on my phone. Speaking of, if anyone knows of long, good stories you think I'd like, in Tolkien or any Sherlock Holmes 'verse or any other fandom you know I like, drop me a link. But, yeah. Riding on a train whether it's Amtrak or subway just puts me at such peace, it's the swaying of it and the isolation from multi-tasking or something.
- Joined up with an impromptu jazz session in Washington park. What can I say, the marimba is a versatile instrument.
- Had my rear handed to me playing chess in Washington Park. Not once but twice. Not by one player but by two. It's just as fun losing as winning, though.
I've graded maybe one paper while I was at Whole Foods. Ah, well. I arranged it this way so I'd have tomorrow at home for a reason. In other ways, it's been a nice day, if a long one, when I've let myself sit back and enjoy the world.
ETA: I wrote this while I was in the park and intended to post it when I got home to an internet connection. In the meantime, because of the aforementioned finished fanfic stories, I decided to buy the first Allegiant
book from Amazon. Without spoiling anything, can someone explain the attraction? I know different people like different things, but this has alldrama queen angst and simplistic writing of my own teenage DS9 fanfics, the kind of thing I would read to beta as a way of encouraging a young writer-friend but certainly not for pleasure. I'm at the chapter after the train-rde and I'm seriously considering returning it for a refund. Does it become plausible or at least interesting at some point?