XOXO,
Gossip Girl
Yes, Working Girls, I've become an Upper East Sider. Ok, so my street number is a little bit higher than the Waldorfs and Van der Woodsens of the world and perhaps also a little more east but it's not like I'm in South Harlem (close, but not in).
I moved in to an apartment where two friends from college were already residing on Saturday morning. Less than 24-hours later, I had my first New York out-of-the-office coworker run in. It was 10am on Sunday and I was with my Working Boy at Starbucks. After deluding my iced coffee with plenty of milk and Splenda, I turned around to see our version of Michael Scott with his 4-year-old ordering coffee.
To say hello or duck out quickly? If I ducked out he was bound to see me so I sucked it up and said hello. A decision I regretted the moment the words "Hi, Michael Scott" came out of my mouth. We made small talk for a moment, I introduced him to Working Boy and we went on our merry way. It was awkward. He lives exactly three blocks and on avenue away from me.
I have since realized that approximately 7 coworkers live on the UES. One comfort of living across the Hudson was that only a few coworkers were close by and I never once saw them.
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