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AWE: You’re coming to New York for a visit?!?!?! :)

Don’t take it out on the tourists, I could be one of them soon.

Hang in there – your hard work will pay off. My belief is that you haven’t gotten a job yet (or a man, for this matter) because there is one out there that is just perfect for you, and if you settled for something less, that would be a shame. So don’t settle. Please. You are worth way too much for that.

lala: I’ll try this out tonight. I know a place that has REALLY GOOD $3.00 margaritas during Happy Hour.

Howard: “Home Is Where The Heart Is”. My heart is in New York, so this could be a good thing. It could have been worse, your iTunes could have played “My Kind of Town (Chicago).”

Anita: Yeah, I don’t think I’m at the anger management stage just yet … but, give me a month and I might be singing another tune. When I moved back to Chicago years ago, it took me 6 months to find a job. The good news is that it was the best gig that I’d ever had. I stayed there for years. So, maybe a really good job is on my horizon …

Carlos: 100% travel??? I can’t do it. I once had a job that was something like 50 – 85% travel and it almost killed me. At any rate, you, Sid, and I should definitely touch base when you’re in town. Monday works best for me.

Mitch: I know, I feel like my luck has to change eventually. Supposedly perseverance always pays off, right?

The Original Bro: Phobia = Fear. I’m not fat phobic because I’m not *afraid* of fat people. When I see mice on the streets of NYC, I let out a huge scream and I run for my life. That’s phobia. By comparison, when I see a fat man, I don’t scream and I don’t run. See??? I fear the fat man not. I even looked phobia up in the dictionary: “PHOBIA: (1) A persistent, abnormal, and irrational fear of a specific thing or situation that compels one to avoid it, despite the awareness and reassurance that it is not dangerous. (2) A strong fear, dislike, or aversion.”

Firefly: I’m sooooo watching that game!!!! I wanted to watch it at Zum Schneider with the Germans (I’m supporting Argentina), but the tickets were all sold out.

Kelly: Orlando?!?! That’s like Tourist Hell.

Raymond: I’m trying. Thanks for the support.

Darwin: I was once a tourist in Bath. Beautiful city! But, you say “buth”, we say “baaaaahth”. You say “pram”, we say “stroller”. Buth, baaaahth, pram, stroller … let’s call the whole thing off! :)

Mel Chickk: I hope so!!! I keep hanging on. Each week, I wake up on Monday and I say, “Yay!!! THIS is the week that I’ll find a job!” The optimism really worked for a while. Now that I’m somewhere between week 15 – 20, my patience is wearing thin and my spirits are starting to dip …

JohnJEnright: I went to visit earlier this year. And, you’re right, it did seem quiter. It’s true what they say about, “you can never return home”. You can return to where you once were, but it won’t be a home anymore.

Mel Chickk: That’s too cute!!! I’ll add that one to my Bloglines too.

Papigiulio: Yeah, tourists (and tour guides) suck. And, by the way, I’m sure you were joking about the “time of the month” comment. For the record, never ask a woman near you that or else she might bitch slap you to the high heavens … :)

I’ve moved my blog to a new address.

http://hidingfromthekids.blogspot.com/

Can you guess why? :)

Chicago will now seem relaxing and slow-paced to you when you visit.

Your job is out there. It will find you eventually!

ps: Sorry about the blues, chin up! It has to get better soon right?!