December 31, 2001
From the desk of Jane Galt:Minor Notes Well, it's cold
Minor Notes
Well, it's cold as a mother-in-law's kiss here in NYC, especially down at the site, where the wind blows off the water practically unobstructed. The good news is, they've finally fixed the broken circuit in the air conditioning which was causing all the cold air in the trailer to sweep across the seat of yours truly before finally exiting the vent. So I'm only wearing one set of thermals now, and my fingers have thawed sufficiently to allow easy typing.On a related note, the move from Chicago seems to have eaten both my winter coats, so I'm not only layered up in the trailer, but wearing a windbreaker and about six sweaters for my long walk to and from the train, with a scarf tied around my head for good measure. The kind of clothing one wears to a construction site is, in general, not the kind of clothing that screams femininity, but six layers of that clothing screams nothing short of "East German Female Bodybuilding Team". So there I was walking down the street yesterday thinking "who is that fat Russian lady walking next to me?" when I realized that that was my reflection in the glass of a shop window. When I returned to the trailer I had to strip to my bottom layer of clothes just to reassure myself that no, I hadn't put on a couple of hundred pounds without noticing. (For those who don't know me, I'm the lanky type. NOT an East German bodybuilder.) This has strengthened my resolve: precious student loan dollars must be spent to avail me of a real coat. This will also simplify the process of dressing and undressing, which sucks up about fifteen minutes per venture outside. But layering does work: I'm toasty warm in that windbreaker, thanks to the magic of air insulation and my incredible EMS thermals.
Post New Years, I'll be returning to my job search, as the work stabilizes and rumors float of 50-hour weeks. (Sniffle -- bye, bye, overtime.) Anyone who knows of prospects in the economics and corporate strategy field, is hereby openly solicited to email me. Complementary fruit basket to the person whose lead finds me a job.
Posted by Jane Galt at December 31, 2001 07:42 AM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound links