I got another job today, to teach at a foreign language school in N.Y.C.
It's just a job-ish because I don't know how long it will last and it doesn't pay much. But, on a more positive note, I start tomorrow, with three classes scheduled.
It's kind of funny that after teaching in Belgrade, moving, working as an interpreter, getting my Masters, getting into acting, I'm back teaching again, for almost the same amount of money per hour as in Belgrade. But it's better than nothing. And it's a nice, comfortable job, that is paid, as appose to my acting endeavors. This way, I get to take classes and audition. I don't know if I could do that with a full time job. Though a full time, fulfilling job would have its advantages. I guess everything has its price. Hopefully, the "sabbatical" of a sort I'm taking now will pay off one day. There's nothing more I'd like, love, than to get a good part on a good TV show or a film. But the stage would suffice as well. For now.
Showing posts with label New York life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York life. Show all posts
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Monday, September 24, 2007
New York virus
I woke up at 5:30 a.m. with a sharp pain in my throat. "Not again," I thought, "I was just sick." I wasn't interested in sleeping anymore.
I called my best friend. My Mom. "You have to see a doctor," she confirmed my suspicion.
I hate going to a doctor.I spent half of my stay in Serbia in doctors' offices. It's such a waste. But here, here you need to plan your illness in order to be able to see a doctor. I called several today, and I still don't have an appointment.
Where I come from, you KNOW doctors. You're nice to them. You bring them gifts. In exchange, you don't wait in line. Or you pay, but schedule within hours. Very convenient.
So,I'm sick again, with no prospects of seeing one soon. Unless a divine intervention lets me make an appointment tomorrow. How exciting!
I called my best friend. My Mom. "You have to see a doctor," she confirmed my suspicion.
I hate going to a doctor.I spent half of my stay in Serbia in doctors' offices. It's such a waste. But here, here you need to plan your illness in order to be able to see a doctor. I called several today, and I still don't have an appointment.
Where I come from, you KNOW doctors. You're nice to them. You bring them gifts. In exchange, you don't wait in line. Or you pay, but schedule within hours. Very convenient.
So,I'm sick again, with no prospects of seeing one soon. Unless a divine intervention lets me make an appointment tomorrow. How exciting!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Moma, and too modern take 3
We payed our beloved Moma another visit yesterday.
Of course, I wanted to see my darling impressionists again, but M. wanted to see something modern. "O.k.," I said, "let's see something new."
The fifth floor is modern American art. Or at least what some people call art. Like Warhol.I'm sorry, but that's not art.
Art is, by my own definition, something extraordinary beautyful.Extrodinary.And beautiful.Warhol and friends are not either.That's kitch.I know, I know, it's called "Pop-art."Aah...nope!
I knew I should've written the names of the "fifth floor friends." For example, one of them has "painted" a whole canvas orange, and then drew one line across?! That's art? A five-year-old can do that! I can do that, and I cannot paint! It's ridiculous what people would waste their money and time on. Oops,aha,...I'm one of those people. In my defense, I did try to rush through it as fast as I could.
Oh, yes, another example of this modern art-a whole white painted canvas! That's it, that's art, my friend! Go to Moma's fifth floor and see it for yourself.'Cause frankly, I wouldn't believe it myself.
Of course, I wanted to see my darling impressionists again, but M. wanted to see something modern. "O.k.," I said, "let's see something new."
The fifth floor is modern American art. Or at least what some people call art. Like Warhol.I'm sorry, but that's not art.
Art is, by my own definition, something extraordinary beautyful.Extrodinary.And beautiful.Warhol and friends are not either.That's kitch.I know, I know, it's called "Pop-art."Aah...nope!
I knew I should've written the names of the "fifth floor friends." For example, one of them has "painted" a whole canvas orange, and then drew one line across?! That's art? A five-year-old can do that! I can do that, and I cannot paint! It's ridiculous what people would waste their money and time on. Oops,aha,...I'm one of those people. In my defense, I did try to rush through it as fast as I could.
Oh, yes, another example of this modern art-a whole white painted canvas! That's it, that's art, my friend! Go to Moma's fifth floor and see it for yourself.'Cause frankly, I wouldn't believe it myself.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Dreaming of Serbia, happily back in New York
I'm back in New York City. It's good to be back. Really.
As much as I enjoyed spending time with my family, I missed my life here...
The trip back was the longest one so far. Not objectively. It just seemed to me that way.Maybe because I'm older this year. Significantly.
I got anxious and stiff.Certain parts of my body were numb and numbing.Even the "Ocean's Thirteen" couldn't distract me from my ailment.And the time was passing so slowly.
When we finally arrived to JFK, there was a zoo waiting. I've never seen so many U.S.citizens and permanent residents in one line before.
But the fun didn't stop there. Exhausted and about to fall asleep standing up, I had to wait for my luggage for about half and hour before it never showed up!
And, as romantic as the exit could've been, with M.waiting with the smile and flowers, I had to think about the paper work I still needed to do, before I can finally, finally go home.
I did get an overnight kit. A XL white T-shirt to sleep in. No night cream. I didn't care.
The sight and warmth of my grown, beautiful, purry kitty an hour later made me deliriously happy. I drifted into dreams within a half an hour and--dreamt about Serbia all night long...
As much as I enjoyed spending time with my family, I missed my life here...
The trip back was the longest one so far. Not objectively. It just seemed to me that way.Maybe because I'm older this year. Significantly.
I got anxious and stiff.Certain parts of my body were numb and numbing.Even the "Ocean's Thirteen" couldn't distract me from my ailment.And the time was passing so slowly.
When we finally arrived to JFK, there was a zoo waiting. I've never seen so many U.S.citizens and permanent residents in one line before.
But the fun didn't stop there. Exhausted and about to fall asleep standing up, I had to wait for my luggage for about half and hour before it never showed up!
And, as romantic as the exit could've been, with M.waiting with the smile and flowers, I had to think about the paper work I still needed to do, before I can finally, finally go home.
I did get an overnight kit. A XL white T-shirt to sleep in. No night cream. I didn't care.
The sight and warmth of my grown, beautiful, purry kitty an hour later made me deliriously happy. I drifted into dreams within a half an hour and--dreamt about Serbia all night long...
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
American service
I've spent half of my day waiting for a cable company. We got our cable a little over 3 weeks ago,and this Saturday, it didn't want to play with us anymore. So we call the company. They can't send anyone until Tuesday. We are so not happy. Not that we can't live without TV, but we actually like to use what we pay for. So the technician was supposed to show up between 8a.m. and 12p.m. The first call:"Ma'am, he will come close to 12o'clock." "O.k.,"I say, and get on with my life. The second call:"We're apologizing but he will come closer to 1o'clock, Ma'am."At this point,I'm amazed with my patience."O.K.,"I say and get on with my life.
The third call:"Your building does not allow contractors, only our own technician so this appointment has to be a whole day thing."?!If Martians would come down and hear this, they would think that the cable guys are paying ME for a service. Then, well, I had to put my foot down. "There is no way I'm going to be at home from 8 a.m.to 7 p.m." She rescheduled for tomorrow. Deja vu?
Another story. An Internet company. We have Internet on and off. Basically, it's an Internet with a character, that's probably why it's expensive.I call the provider. The recorded message:"Thank you for calling us. You can also find the information you need at WWW...." Well, thank you very much for that. I swear, they must be mocking me and laughing out loud?
It's ridiculous!These companies are making a fortune our of people like me and their service is really undermining my intelligence. So why do I put up with them?
1)I don't really know another cable provider,and it's kind of boring to do the installation all over again.
2)I really cannot live without Internet. The first thing I do in the morning is have my coffee over my e-mails and job search.
3)When I call to cancel 'cause I'm fed up, they offer all these free months and discount and persuade me that I'm the only one in this city who have this problem with their service.It must be me then? Maybe their Internet works only with U.S.citizens?Anyway, they give me the free month of no-service and put on line to troubleshoot. The Internet comes back. I'm calmed. It disappears again...
In the world of these services providers, the rule of the premium pricing just doesn't apply. The more you play, the more they laugh at you.
The third call:"Your building does not allow contractors, only our own technician so this appointment has to be a whole day thing."?!If Martians would come down and hear this, they would think that the cable guys are paying ME for a service. Then, well, I had to put my foot down. "There is no way I'm going to be at home from 8 a.m.to 7 p.m." She rescheduled for tomorrow. Deja vu?
Another story. An Internet company. We have Internet on and off. Basically, it's an Internet with a character, that's probably why it's expensive.I call the provider. The recorded message:"Thank you for calling us. You can also find the information you need at WWW...." Well, thank you very much for that. I swear, they must be mocking me and laughing out loud?
It's ridiculous!These companies are making a fortune our of people like me and their service is really undermining my intelligence. So why do I put up with them?
1)I don't really know another cable provider,and it's kind of boring to do the installation all over again.
2)I really cannot live without Internet. The first thing I do in the morning is have my coffee over my e-mails and job search.
3)When I call to cancel 'cause I'm fed up, they offer all these free months and discount and persuade me that I'm the only one in this city who have this problem with their service.It must be me then? Maybe their Internet works only with U.S.citizens?Anyway, they give me the free month of no-service and put on line to troubleshoot. The Internet comes back. I'm calmed. It disappears again...
In the world of these services providers, the rule of the premium pricing just doesn't apply. The more you play, the more they laugh at you.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Hmmm...shopping:)
I went on a shopping spree today. I didn't really spend a lot of money, but that's not what shopping is all about. I did, however, barely manage to brings the bags home. You see, I had (past tense) this gift card I got for my b-day 10 days ago, and I decided to enjoy it today. I can't say I wasn't tempted to use it the same evening I received it in mail, but I've managed to restrain myself. For 10 days. Back then, when I was younger, they had great stuff-for the summer. And this summer is almost gone. So today I got this fabulous fall coat and summerish shirt, which, in my defense, could be worn underneath the suit jacket. And I don't have a satin, red shirt anyway. And I CAN wear it to work. If I ever find one.
So, you see, I spent three hours shopping between the Fifth and Broadway, and all I actually spent was about $20. I love gift cards!
The shopping in New York, as you can imagine, is amazing! I like boutiques, but they are over my budget. So I shop in chainy but classy, mid priced stores like Bebe, VS or Zara. The clothes are affordable but stylish and of good quality.
I know, you have these stores all over the U.S., but they are different in N.Y.C. For example, B. had cookies and water for the customers. I know it's not champagne, but still...
It's also interesting that everything is bigger in N.Y.C.,but people. Except for some of the tourons. Now, they are one thing I don't like about N.Y.C. shopping. Too many people in these huge stores. They must make a fortune! Not the people, the retailers. But you can hear many foreign languages. For example, I've tried 238 coats on today, with the sound of Russian in the background. I was really temped to say to my fellow shopper and Russian looker, that her red was too red. I hope she went for the coat that was not on sale. Sometimes, there are reasons why some things are on sale.
So, you see, I spent three hours shopping between the Fifth and Broadway, and all I actually spent was about $20. I love gift cards!
The shopping in New York, as you can imagine, is amazing! I like boutiques, but they are over my budget. So I shop in chainy but classy, mid priced stores like Bebe, VS or Zara. The clothes are affordable but stylish and of good quality.
I know, you have these stores all over the U.S., but they are different in N.Y.C. For example, B. had cookies and water for the customers. I know it's not champagne, but still...
It's also interesting that everything is bigger in N.Y.C.,but people. Except for some of the tourons. Now, they are one thing I don't like about N.Y.C. shopping. Too many people in these huge stores. They must make a fortune! Not the people, the retailers. But you can hear many foreign languages. For example, I've tried 238 coats on today, with the sound of Russian in the background. I was really temped to say to my fellow shopper and Russian looker, that her red was too red. I hope she went for the coat that was not on sale. Sometimes, there are reasons why some things are on sale.
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