Author: Stacy Horn

I ended up mostly working yesterday. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to goof off or something. Today I must! must! must! not work. Except, I have to continue jeans shopping, for the love of God. And that’s work as far as I’m concerned.

To make a boring story short, I’m a 4 in terms of fit and what looks good, but I’m a 6 in terms of what feels comfortable. I always get the 6 and end up looking a little dowdy, so I was determined to buy the 4 and look good for once. And I did. But now I’m not sure I made the right decision. I’m going back in. Freaking insane. I hate shopping. HATE.

This is the Wall Street bull at the bottom of Broadway. When I was looking for the site of Echo’s first (and only) office I almost went with a building to the right of this bull. I love this spot and I fell in love with the office—it had transom windows!! Everything about it had that old New York feel that I love, but the building was completely empty otherwise, and the whole area was kinda desolate and I didn’t feel confident it would turn around soon (I was right). But I would have been personally very happy there.

My first weekend off since I started the Census!! So far my plan is catch up on True Blood and People Magazine, buy a pair of jeans, and go to the library.

I wish I didn’t have to go jeans shopping in New York City on a Saturday, (a HELL like you wouldn’t believe) but I need them now. Holes have formed in unacceptable spots in my current pair and they are no longer work-ready.

I took these shots yesterday in front of the Burlington Coat Mosque (what Kathy at the Census calls it). When I was walking by someone came out to speak to the people outside. He was quickly swarmed.

I felt for the guy. Imagine having to stand alone like that, to justify your religion to a largely uninformed public. By the way, I am ambivalent about organized religion in general, I have problems with all of them, but plenty of good people belong to churches and mosques and synagogues (like the people reading this) so I’m not going to condemn someone for being a part of them.

I will look at you funny though. (Kidding.)

Anyway, this guy stayed to talk to everyone who wanted to talk to him. Stupidly, I hung back to take pictures and didn’t hear a word. I am an idiot.

There was a cat, two dogs, and a guinea pig. How come the guinea pig so obediently just sat there?

Normally this would be my day off but I have to go back to work. Needless to say, I am not happy. (Except about my new haircut.) I still don’t know when my last day is, end of next week maybe. Since it looks like I’m not going to be eligible for unemployment, another week’s paycheck is not a bad thing. (Seriously, thank you Dept. of Commerce.) The few of us left are still processing paperwork, and packing up all the employee records.

Goal for the day: make a bullet point list of all the positive health effects from singing.

Here’s a street near where I work and near the Seaport. It has a bit of a High Line thing going on (High Line=abandoned railroad tracks that were beautifully overgrow, then taken back by the city and made into a public park).

I was prepared to do something more drastic, but they gave me a bob. It’s great and it was FREE!! FREE. FREAKING FREE.

I think I will go back in three months though (you can keep going back every three or four months) and go for SHORT. I was ready.

Something like what Ellen Degeneres has.

But I’m not complaining.

Here I am with my happy face, because I was scared and now I’m so relieved.

I couldn’t decide which shot I liked better so I’m posting them both. I’m also in a contest with a friend who got her hair cut today. We’re going to see which haircut was better — the free one or the $$$ one. This is the face of FREE.