Here is a brief synopsis of my last three weeks:
Decide I need to take a spontaneous trip to New York to follow up on some job leads. Cue a crazy week prior where I'm trying to organise as many meetings as possible, and also keep my Real Life (RL) work moving along smoothly.
Fly to New York. It's all so sudden hardly anyone even knows I'm away. Get incredibly lucky and have V's West Village apartment all to myself while she and hubby C are in Poland for a wedding. (You can check out her blog here.)
V and C's delightful West Village apartment
Spend most of the week looking at the inside of flurescent-lit meeting rooms, staring out at sunny Manhattan from inside a taxi, or sitting at this desk trying to keep up with emails and RL work.
At least the view from my desk was tree-filled. Gotta love the West Village.
Return to Melbourne. Back in the office, working hard to try and catch up lost time from being away. Find out I need to have some weird eye tests done, which leave my pupils dilated like Puss in Boots from Shrek below.
I felt as pathetic as he looked, and couldn't do any work for the rest of the day. Usually my approach to life is more embodied by this posture:
Now I'm just trying to catch up on everything that happened while I was out of town (including my very best girlfriend getting engaged!)
Thank you for your patience, regular programming should resume this week - including a post with some tips and tricks about how to manage overseas job interviews. And some slightly sexier photos of New York, which won't include Pixar animation characters.
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