Earlier today, I got a text from Matt that said he cleaned up a little bit. A few hours later, I met him outside my office building to get the apartment keys from him before he went to work and he made sure to tell me again that he cleaned up some stuff. I could tell he was proud of himself, so I took a picture of the bed he made to always remember this moment by lol. He's so funny.
(He cleaned the bathroom, too!! But we don't need pictures of that...)
Anyway, since he made an effort this afternoon, I decided I'd do some laundry tonight to even the score. So that's what I'm in the middle of at the moment. It's only been a few days, but I think we're settling in nicely. I'm learning to share my personal space and he's learning to shut lights off when he's not in the room, close doors when the air conditioners are on, and not eat all the food. This last one will hopefully cease to be a problem soon, as he's planning on dieting with me. But we'll see. Half a bag of tortilla chips and a jar of salsa were gone this morning. And a box of Wheat Thins was empty Monday morning lol.
To answer the questions about his first day at work (yesterday), I'll just say that he likes the establishment and the people he works with—he enthusiastically told me about how the executive chef screamed at a guy for plating limp asparagus the other day—but the kitchen will take some getting used to. It's the hottest kitchen he's ever worked in, apparently, and he keeps getting lightheaded and confused. I guess the one freezer is broken and he didn't know he had to have his own pair of tongs or something like that, so yesterday didn't go as smoothly as he'd hoped. But I know he'll get the hang of it eventually. He's one of the hardest-working people I know and I'm sure that once he catches on to the style of cooking and flow of the kitchen, he'll be running it.
I, on the other hand, would rather spend as much time out of kitchens as possible. Everything I made for dinner tonight was microwavable and I'm totally okay with that. Hopefully this weekend we'll pick up some produce at the farmer's market on Union Square and be set for a little while. I'm not sure what we're going to do with Friday and Saturday night; we haven't actually spent a Friday and Saturday together in... years. It has to be years. Since he started working in kitchens probably. So... 2006? Yikes.
In other unrelated news... my subway travels have been fairly interesting this week—and it only Tuesday! (Marie D. will appreciate that typo!) Yeah, Matt and I were stranded at the Harlem stop on Saturday night with frozen foods, but then Monday on the way home from work, I got stuck in a car where the air conditioning was leaking. And I don't just mean... a few drips. I mean, every time the train rounded a corner, water spilled out onto everyone in the back of the car. And of course it was 5:30, so the car was packed and we couldn't move anywhere if we wanted, and of course the majority of the spillage took place between the 59th and 125th street stops, so a bunch of us stood huddled with purses, magazines, newspapers, and (in my case) sweaters over our heads while dirty water rained down on us for almost 70 blocks. It was a nightmare; I've never seen anything like it. I immediately rinsed myself off when I got home.
Today, I was lucky enough to get a seat in a dry car on the way home from work. However, the older Asian woman who sat down beside me ruined the entire ride for me. First, she started singing to herself under her breath. And her breath was so stale, I thought I was going to die. And, again, it was a packed train, so there was no where to go. So I sat there with my hand (which I'd just washed with scented soap, Thank God) under my nose. And somewhere between the 59th and 125th street stretch, she fell asleep. And the stinky breath stopped, but she started to slouch. And twitch. And soon her head was almost on my shoulder. I had to keep shifting in my seat to wake her up. And she'd jump up, look around, and fall back to sleep. I almost got up at the 168th street stop, but luckily she got off. And apparently some guy was watching this all go down, because he made a comment similar to "I'll try to stay awake" when he took the seat after she'd left.
So those were two gross trips home in the past two days... What never fails to make me smile every day, though, are the people who are so willing to give up their seats for the elderly and the pregnant passengers. Most of the time, they're turned down, but I can tell that the passengers appreciate the offer. I heard an older man thank a woman three or four times the other day. I could tell he was genuinely thankful that she tried to give up her seat for him. It was nice. It also makes me happy when people (men and women) help women carry their strollers up the stairs and escalators. No one expects a tip; they just do it because they should. I like that. Gives me hope for my generation!
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