I'm a student living in New York City. I love books, coffee, NBC, garlic, photography, Snapple peach iced tea, breakfast sandwiches, and my life partner/stuffed animal White Puppy. These are more things that I like, don't like, want, think are the best, or think are the worst. Welcome to my insight.
Please explain to me how this picture has any business being associated with your company. Something similar to this used to hang in the Fresh City fast food restaurant I used to work at in high school. If weird carrots and things that look like albino potatoes are hipster now, then the movement is officially completely beyond my comprehension.
If anyone can explain the existence of this picture in a way that doesn’t make me want to yell, I will buy them a cupcake. Promise.
As a soon to be graduate of New York University, I am currently in that state of subdued anxiety about my future. It’s the usual stuff: will my job allow me to pay rent and bills (those vague things that adults have that seems to apply to every element of life—water, gas, electricity, basic cable), and still be able to do fun things with my life? Naturally, I apply to every job under the sun that contains the words Assistant, Editorial, Marketing, Associate, Coordinator, Communications, etc. And I applied to a job yesterday that made an extremely strange request.
A job which shall remain nameless (since I don’t want you fools competing with me) but was some kind of editorial position for a medical researcher asked for a resume, a bunch of strange information like SAT scores, and a 5-7 page expository writing sample on the subject of my choice. I’m sorry: you want 5-7 pages? Why? They did not ask for a cover letter, which no one reads anyways. I’m sure that SOME places skim writing samples, and I would rather read those than a cover letter myself (being fully aware of exactly how terrible and repetitive they get when you’ve written upwards of 100 of them). So good for you, medical research company, for not being typical. But why do you want 5-7 pages? Won’t you be able to tell after the first paragraph whether or not you think I’m skilled with the written word? If you decide that I am, will you read beyond the first page? If so, please teach me this patience so I can apply it to daily activities like reading more news outlets than the Daily Beast Cheat Sheet in the morning.
Think about it. You are far more likely to order food to your apartment on days like today when it’s snowy and slippery and your shoes are soaked through and you fell on your way to and from Spanish class.
I have no desire to cook because I am cold and wet, and that only leaves my dear Seamless web to depend on. But the poor delivery man will be biking or walking in this horrid weather that I cannot brave. Yet I call on him to feed me and must reward him with a larger tip than usual. Poor man. This small post it a tribute to your efforts.
Sushi is delicious. Maybe it’s a New York thing. When I am in other cities for longish periods of time, I do not crave raw fish and sticky rice nearly as much as I do in New York. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME, YOU OVER PRICED JAPANESE RESTAURANTS?
My love of sushi makes no sense. Those reading this may have read any my previous posts and deduced that my two obsessions are food and budgeting. You would think that I would find sushi to be a waste of both: you have not consumed enough food to really make you satisfied, and you have spent far too much money on the experience. I’m thinking if I can rationalize away my sushi craving this afternoon, maybe I won’t order the spicy crunchy tuna roll and the salmon avocado roll (no, the salmon mango roll. No, salmon avocado. Or Alaska roll…) from Soho Sushi, like I did last night.