not worth a bad movie

last night we went to see indiana jones. i fell asleep in the middle of a fight scene because it was so ridiculous anyway. it was a terrible movie and i only went because fede put me on a guilt trip saying he had watched so many bad flicks with me so i should put myself through a blockbuster for him.

the only problem is that we biked there, but had to walk back.

yes- the bikes were STOLEN. BOTH. we parked them right outside a pizza shop where it was well-lit and all along the block there were at least 20 other bikes locked to other poles or racks. i guess our screamed "nice and quite new!" so they fcking bastards came along and clipped our cable chains and nicely made away with nearly $1400 worth in bike.

they were definitely professional bike thieves these guys. they must have seen us walk into the theater and wouldn't be out for the next 2 hours. it was right on 2nd ave and there was non-stop foot traffic so these guys must have been pretty darn smooth. now our poor bikes are probably somewhere in brooklyn or queens getting traded away.

we will probably buy replacement bikes but this time we will get huge-ass kryptonite chains (i read that the weakness is in the padlock) + 2 other locks. i also want to get a bike alarm or maybe install some kind of thief crocodile that snaps at anyone who gets near the bike.

homeworking

working from home isn't as fun as people think. first of all, being in PJs all day is not as fun as dressing up in nice clothes. so today i met kibum at mercury dime (cafe in the east village- i cannot reveal more for fear it becomes an afternoon watering hole for college kids) and i was wearing a pretty top with jeans and heels (and i had biked no less- but i bike in heels all the time anyway so no biggie).
k: what are you so dressed up for??
me: i have all these nice clothes and no where to wear them to anymore!
k: don't worry that anxiety will fade soon
me: i don't want to be one of those women who has let it all go... (slightly depressed at the thought that in a year i might be frumpy and not care)

second, it gets boring sitting at home all day by myself. which explains why i was out at mercury dime. but also because i had to meet our new intern who just moved to NY from spain. she is working with us a few hours every week and for two days, we will meet to work together.

third, it is a lie that home-workers have it easier. i wake up at 7.30am and start work almost immediately (after a quick breakfast that is... i cannot do without my morning meal). no luxury of day dreaming or leisure reading in a subway or bus. and although i take the liberty of "finishing" early to beat the after-office gym crowd, work is sort of simmering in the worldwide web, waiting to envelope me when i come home. since home is also office, and the business is my own, the if-i-don't-do-it-who-will / why-do-it-later-when-i-can-do-it-now impulses are much stronger, and the tendency to act upon them also much higher.

fourth, no benefits. no insurance. no more corporate perks. so no tickets to tribeca film fest or pretentious galas. but i saved a box of my old business cards so i can use them for museum admissions. heh heh.

fifth, i have to constantly keep the house clean (ok somewhat clean) so it's bearable to work in. which means i spend at least 40 mins a day doing some household chore. when i was working at an office, i could ignore dishes left in the sink and bread crumby table tops. now no longer.

sixth, my bf thinks that just because i work at home i have more time so i have been assigned the terrible task of watering the plants on the terrace (which he endearingly calls "our garden").

seventh, there is a lot of admin-type stuff that needs to be done- a system to create, infrastructure to build. just very basic things to help this organization function more smoothly, but which take a lot of time and effort at the beginning, with hardly any real immediate gains to show for it.

but i enjoy this new life. i bike around everywhere i go and save on the bus and subway fares and especially cab fares. i can eat more healthily and work out more frequently. i get a change of environment whenever i feel like i need it, and if i did feel like sleeping in one morning, i wouldn't have to call in with an excuse.

it takes discipline, this homeworking thing, but i think i can do it.