Monday, April 29, 2002
It's true. The man waiting on us at Holland and Holland was definitely a plainclothes assassin.
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Friday, April 26, 2002
When I met John, I started spending a little bit of time in New York every few months. The advantage is that occasionally I make a purchase in New York that looks impossibly cool in small-town West Chester and I feel like a cosmopolitan woman of the 21st century. But more frequently, I do something in New York that looks incredibly stupid and I feel like a country bumpkin. This morning, I stood up on the subway without first picking up the things in my lap (hello??!?). I dropped my notebook and pen and proceeded to thank the man who bent to pick them up for me. Duh, and who says "thank you" in New York? He was probably sneaking a peek up my skirt.
And just now I went to get a soda and came across a coupon in the lunchroom entitling me, as an employee of Christie's, to 20% off my first Botox (R) treatment at the chic new skinklinic around the corner. I'd better head back to Chester County before they convince me that I need it!
posted at 12:09 PM #
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Ugh. I just lost my posting, so the following is reconstructed. Why can't it ever come out the same just a few minutes later?
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Occasionally my job sends me to New York-- loaded down with mail, meeting requests, and deliveries and pickups. The perk of being a messenger is the opportunity to check out what is on view in the galleries. Today I am here to participate in a workshop to define Christie's Core Values. The e-mailed invitation came from the head of the company (whom I've never met), but was worded in such a way that I am not sure whether I was chosen by hand or at random. My manager was supposed to have recommended me for the seminar, but neither of my colleagues would 'fess up. Hm. In any case, I still feel a little bit special, and my boss was proud.
The bonus this time is that the trip coincides with our friends' wedding. I'm delighted to have a legitimate reason to be in New York AND it gives me plenty of time to complete my toilette. This morning, veteran commuter John escorted me on the train, carried my bags, and allowed me to hang my dress at his office so I could arrive at Rockefeller Center unencumbered. He pointed out that we are now a power couple: painting the new house by night, commuting to New York by day. Yikes.
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