: Test run :
This morning I got up at 6 a.m. to conduct a test run, since this is the last regular work day while I'm here before I actually have to show up for work on Wednesday, July 5. I've never successfully been able to take the train into Midtown by myself during rush hour, so I just needed the practice. And everything pretty much went okay - I did have to get off the train I was on in order not to go to Hoboken and hop on another train to get to Penn Station in New York. Also, I got on the right subway train (the E line) but I wasn't certain that it was headed in the right direction, so I got off, checked the map and found out that it was indeed the right direction, so I had to wait for the next one to continue. So despite my inexperience, I still managed to get to the office at 8:45, just 15 minutes later than I expected to. Once I get the routine down, I should be fine.
Since I was in the city with some time to kill, I went up to the Met again to buy some presents for my friends whom I'll be visiting next week and to enjoy the uncrowded museum. People actually begin lining up at around 9 a.m. in order to get in the museum by 9:30 when it opens. It's like an amusement park for art lovers. It was oddly surreal to be walking through some of the great halls all alone - that's not a common experience unless you are one of the first people in the door, which I was today.
Afterward I went to the big FAO Schwartz store on 5th Avenue (as seen in the movie Big) to look for a replacement stuffed bear, but unfortunately, I couldn't find him. I might have to visit the Gund factory in Edison, New Jersey to find the particular bear that I want. I stopped for lunch at Subway, when browsed in the Tall Girls shop, but didn't find anything worth buying. When I left the store, it was starting to rain, so I walked back to Penn Station and found that I'd just missed the 12:40 p.m. train and had to sit and wait for an hour for the next one.
When I got back, I found that my office had sent me an employment package with all my first day forms to fill out, so I guess I'll look over those next week - there's a lot of forms. Also, I got a shipment of DVDs that included two of my favorite British comedies, Love Actually and Bridget Jones' Diary, plus a movie I was watching on HBO the other day, The Crucible. If you want to see a cautionary tale about how crazy religious zealots can get in the name of their God, this story (based on a play by Arthur Miller about the Salem witch trials) stands as one of the best examples out there.
Since I was in the city with some time to kill, I went up to the Met again to buy some presents for my friends whom I'll be visiting next week and to enjoy the uncrowded museum. People actually begin lining up at around 9 a.m. in order to get in the museum by 9:30 when it opens. It's like an amusement park for art lovers. It was oddly surreal to be walking through some of the great halls all alone - that's not a common experience unless you are one of the first people in the door, which I was today.
Afterward I went to the big FAO Schwartz store on 5th Avenue (as seen in the movie Big) to look for a replacement stuffed bear, but unfortunately, I couldn't find him. I might have to visit the Gund factory in Edison, New Jersey to find the particular bear that I want. I stopped for lunch at Subway, when browsed in the Tall Girls shop, but didn't find anything worth buying. When I left the store, it was starting to rain, so I walked back to Penn Station and found that I'd just missed the 12:40 p.m. train and had to sit and wait for an hour for the next one.
When I got back, I found that my office had sent me an employment package with all my first day forms to fill out, so I guess I'll look over those next week - there's a lot of forms. Also, I got a shipment of DVDs that included two of my favorite British comedies, Love Actually and Bridget Jones' Diary, plus a movie I was watching on HBO the other day, The Crucible. If you want to see a cautionary tale about how crazy religious zealots can get in the name of their God, this story (based on a play by Arthur Miller about the Salem witch trials) stands as one of the best examples out there.
