Today OCI -- Round Two started up for me. It's quite different to go through it this time around, knowing that there is a job for me to fall back on should nothing pan out. Walking into the interview room with an offer already on the table is a huge relief. That being said, plenty is at stake because (I don't know if you know this, but) I really want to be back in SF. [/snarkiness hehe]
It was quite a fiasco for me to set up a meeting with the San Francisco office over my two week stay in SF. Let's just say I really really really am glad I won't have to deal (much) with the recruiting department any longer. In the end, though, I was able to meet up with my friend for lunch on Friday AND with some people from the corporate department after the lunch. Yay.
Best get to bed so that I can be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for my interviews tomorrow. More later on how those go.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
The San Francisco Post (Home Edition)
Home was awesome. I spent two weeks doing pretty much NOTHING, and it felt wonderful.
On the plus side, I gained only 2 pounds or so over the course of the summer. On the minus side, I've gained about 7 pounds *shudder* since 2L year started. Looks like I have a new project for 3L year.
My brother turned 21 during those two weeks. It's hard to believe he's growing -- make that grown -- up. I still remember the times we used to sit in the laundry basket, tie empty paper towel roll-skeletons to the sides, and pretend we were astronauts.
On the plus side, I gained only 2 pounds or so over the course of the summer. On the minus side, I've gained about 7 pounds *shudder* since 2L year started. Looks like I have a new project for 3L year.
My brother turned 21 during those two weeks. It's hard to believe he's growing -- make that grown -- up. I still remember the times we used to sit in the laundry basket, tie empty paper towel roll-skeletons to the sides, and pretend we were astronauts.
The Firm Post
I stand by my previous statement: I like my firm because of the people there and the work to be had, but I dislike New York. Please let me find something in San Francisco.
The Food Post
It's been a long while since I've posted, and plenty has happened in that time. This is The Food Post.
We went to db bistro moderne on Wednesday. I had the famous $29 foie gras burger, and it was delicious! Wow, what an experience.
My final lunch was at Oceana, which was delicious as far as I can recall. I remember having a fish I could not recognize (which was very good -- I think it was the "loup de mer" now that I look at their online menu). The food was good, but the service left something to be desired. I had to ask them if we would ever receive our menus, and the waiter was a little -- for lack of a better word -- "cheeky."
We went to db bistro moderne on Wednesday. I had the famous $29 foie gras burger, and it was delicious! Wow, what an experience.
My final lunch was at Oceana, which was delicious as far as I can recall. I remember having a fish I could not recognize (which was very good -- I think it was the "loup de mer" now that I look at their online menu). The food was good, but the service left something to be desired. I had to ask them if we would ever receive our menus, and the waiter was a little -- for lack of a better word -- "cheeky."
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Lunch Home Stretch
Today we went to Aureole, which was incredible. I had the summer tasting menu, which was a fabulous deal that I highly recommend. The menu included a strawberry & ricotta tart, a striped bass dish, and a lamb dish that had lamb so supple, it was like eating butter. Mmmm... We had high expectations for dessert because Zagat had warned to save room for the "show-stopping" desserts. In reality, Aureole definitely delivered. I had the bittersweet and milk chocolate marquise, which was sinfully rich but wonderful. It was an interesting experience, too, because we ordered the creme brulee parade for the table, which included traditional creme brulee, chocolate chipotle creme brulee (pretty good!), and sweet corn creme brulee, which was...in one word...narsty. Oh well. You know me; I'll try anything once!
Just Like Home, But Not
On Saturday, I went OUT-out with a few friends for my last weekend in NYC. We went to Bed, which was pretty cool and filled with Beautiful People. The drink that I had (the "Horny Little Devil") was disgustingly strong and tequila-heavy, but the food was surprisingly good and plentiful. Overall, the night was fun, and it was cool to do exactly what I would do at home (lounge around in bed) while people-watching and feeling like part of the social crowd.
One of the things about being social in NY, though, is the feeling of hierarchy and class. It actually gets pretty depressing to think about how self-important people are and how entitled the Beautiful People act when encountered with the oh-so-fabled Velvet Rope. If I were to stay in NY, I doubt my self-confidence would survive many nights OUT-out.
More my style was the awesome Single Room Occupancy (a.k.a. SRO) that is just around the corner from my sublet. It's this tiny underground wine & beer bar that has an unmarked doorfront and a buzzer you need to ring for entrance. While this might sound more self-important sounding than the huge clubs, it's not. It actually felt intimate and comfortable, and the people there were welcoming. At the point where you know where to go, that's all that matters.
I guess my forays into New York nightlife were fleeting but varied. If anybody can recommend anything that might seem more my style, please do share.
One of the things about being social in NY, though, is the feeling of hierarchy and class. It actually gets pretty depressing to think about how self-important people are and how entitled the Beautiful People act when encountered with the oh-so-fabled Velvet Rope. If I were to stay in NY, I doubt my self-confidence would survive many nights OUT-out.
More my style was the awesome Single Room Occupancy (a.k.a. SRO) that is just around the corner from my sublet. It's this tiny underground wine & beer bar that has an unmarked doorfront and a buzzer you need to ring for entrance. While this might sound more self-important sounding than the huge clubs, it's not. It actually felt intimate and comfortable, and the people there were welcoming. At the point where you know where to go, that's all that matters.
I guess my forays into New York nightlife were fleeting but varied. If anybody can recommend anything that might seem more my style, please do share.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Sunday, August 07, 2005
This is Chinese Food?
On Wednesday last week we went to Chin Chin, a "fancy" Chinese place in Midtown. The company was wonderful, but the food itself was, shall I say, uninspired. I'd read many good things about the "Grand Marnier Shrimp" on all of the usual suspects (citysearch.com, menupages.com, etc.), so imagine my surprise when this much-lauded dish arrived and turned out to be (drumroll, please) shrimp-with-walnuts, minus the walnuts.
Yup, you heard me right, it wasn't just something that could easily be had at the local Chinese joint, but it was FAKE Chinese food on top of that! It was good, as shrimp-with-walnuts often is, but it wasn't anything to write home about. Plus, at $20, it was definitely not worth the money when the same amount would have bought at least three dishes in actual Chinatown. Ah well...I guess that's what I get for expecting Chinese food to be good outside of Chinatown.
I miss SF.
Yup, you heard me right, it wasn't just something that could easily be had at the local Chinese joint, but it was FAKE Chinese food on top of that! It was good, as shrimp-with-walnuts often is, but it wasn't anything to write home about. Plus, at $20, it was definitely not worth the money when the same amount would have bought at least three dishes in actual Chinatown. Ah well...I guess that's what I get for expecting Chinese food to be good outside of Chinatown.
I miss SF.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Tummy Sticks -- Even I Don't Know
Can someone out there tell me what it means to "play tummy sticks?"
Yes, I saw "Wedding Crashers." And, yes, I've been thinking about it a lot (granted, not too much, but still...), and even my corrupt and pervy mind can't think of a concrete definition. Instinct tells me it has to do with a *ahem* stick that, er, rises to hit one's tummy (in plain language, I think it has to do with erections), but can anyone confirm this? What's the exact definition? Is this its first use? What's the etymological origin, even??? :)
I'm going crazy with this gap in my mental dictionary of depravity!
Yes, I saw "Wedding Crashers." And, yes, I've been thinking about it a lot (granted, not too much, but still...), and even my corrupt and pervy mind can't think of a concrete definition. Instinct tells me it has to do with a *ahem* stick that, er, rises to hit one's tummy (in plain language, I think it has to do with erections), but can anyone confirm this? What's the exact definition? Is this its first use? What's the etymological origin, even??? :)
I'm going crazy with this gap in my mental dictionary of depravity!
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