So, this past week, I went to New York City for work. I love everything about the city - everything. And that makes me sound like a country bumpkin, an okie from the sticks - and I don't care. I love everything about the city - the noise, the heat, the dirt, the homeless (well, no, that I don't love), the food, the view, the sheer number of people and all of the tourist groveling. Even the rude doesn't bother me - although, hey, I'm looking at you, deli worker who wouldn't sell me more than four bagels to take home - WHO can survive on just four bagels?
I work for BlogHer/SheKnows, and I went for our annual conference. I've been to ten of the eleven - I only missed the very first one - and I was one of the original 30 members of the publishing network. A founding woman, if you will, although that brings to mind George Washington and Thomas Jefferson and bad teeth and Crossing the Delaware and no bathing and the Signing of the Declaration of Independence and makes me feel really old.
And this is the time that I tell you it's not at ALL weird or awkward that those coworkers I met this weekend told me that they read my blog. It was great to finally meet the people in the office - those I am always on the phone with and they can see that I'm a real person instead of just a name that fills their inboxes as soon as they empty them.
Nope, not awkward at all. Working with people makes this weird dichotomy of not quite friends/quasi more than acquaintances and it's a super strange, foreign, shuffling two step of a dance that none of us really ever knows the steps to and no one wants to be the Wallflower.
And, one more picture, just because the change from the scene above to the scene below (train spotted on the ride home) was really intriguing.