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Oh, paperwork.
Feb. 26th, 2011 01:50 pmPaperwork, how much do I not enjoy you? My dislike of paperwork is in exact proportion to the size of the stacks of papers.
Yet, I missed New York saturday mornings. The city is busy and yet not - no angry stock brokers yelling into their phones on my subway car. I have coffee from the good shop with the baristas who recognized me, a bagel from the man with the cart outside the office, and lunch on takeout from the Cuban deli. I think I even missed the subway.
Perhaps not the subway.
I have told the baristas I was on an educational sabbatical. I let them think I was at the University of New Orleans for architectural studies. It seemed like not a thing to disagree with.
Yet, I missed New York saturday mornings. The city is busy and yet not - no angry stock brokers yelling into their phones on my subway car. I have coffee from the good shop with the baristas who recognized me, a bagel from the man with the cart outside the office, and lunch on takeout from the Cuban deli. I think I even missed the subway.
Perhaps not the subway.
I have told the baristas I was on an educational sabbatical. I let them think I was at the University of New Orleans for architectural studies. It seemed like not a thing to disagree with.
