Look at what the dog is refusing to drag in...

Tonight I joined two lovely young men for dinner at the Shake Shack in Madison Square Park. I had a chocolate shake (which I’ve been craving for about a week now- I think ever since I watched the scary Johnny Depp and the Chocolate Factory movie) and a burger. Shake Shack does their burgers California style. The jury is still out on what that actually means.

Anyway, it was delicious and lovely to sit out in the park, devouring burgers and chatting. We washed the whole thing down with slurpees from what is, apparently, the only 7-11 in the city. The evening ended up on their beautiful terrace overlooking the Empire State Building, the Chrysler building, and two other big tall beautiful buildings, where we saw five rare stars in the Manhattan sky and discussed such burning issues as coffee snobbery (will people look down on you if you bring a 7-11/Dunkin Donuts cup into work instead of Starbucks), television (and excitement over the new Aaron Sorkin show), and random NYC trivia (the smallest county in the country is New York County, a.k.a Manhattan).

I.love.this.city.

I’m still unemployed, a fact that is probably apparent from my posting at 1:30 in the morning. Nothing to get up for tomorrow. In fact, I may read a little before bed, too. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, people who won’t employ me.

Not that I’m desperate or anything. I started my job search on Sunday evening. It is now Wednesday evening. I quit my old job two Fridays ago. This is exactly eleven days that I’ve been out of work. Hardly a significant number.

The thing that gets me the most is the dog-walking companies. I really want to be a dog-walker. They make decent money, I could do it before classes, I could take an evening job still if I needed to, plus I would totally lose weight. What more could I want? But these dog-walking jobs do not come easy. They want cover letters and resumes and references and experience.

Hi. I graduated Summa Cum Laude. I am very smart. I am in the process of obtaining my master’s degree. I like dogs just fine. I have two years of excellent and irrelevant office experience. I ran a half-marathon in March. Please let me walk your dogs.