The Bronx is up, and the (laptop) Battery's down

Yes, my little hayseeds, Scarlett has hit Metropolis and has been given a warm welcome by the city's citizens (not to mention the city's immigrants). And by warm, I don't mean weatherwise - it's in the upper teens, low 20s - but I'm not one of those Suth'un hot house flowers, so I find it invigorating.

I had one work-related presentation this afternoon, but tomorrow's the big interview, so I'll take extra-good care of myself tonight. Dinner with a friend at some French cafe around 61st and Lexington. 'Twill be a night of merriment, as Jay is a New York hoot-and-holler, so I'm just resting up a bit now to regenerate my witty Algonquinesque conversation skills before meeting him.

Thanks to all who have wished me luck on my interview. I think I'm prepared across the board - from the Barbara Walters-type questions ("if you were a tree . . .") to how my skills and experience fit the job's requirements. It's not like I'm auditioning for the lead in a Broadway musical or anything, for goodness' sake.

Speaking of which - worst day of the week for someone like me to be in New York. The theatres are dark Mondays. I can't even go to Broadway and press my little cold nose against the glass. Well, I could, but no one's there to watch my drama queen/poor little match girl routine, so why bother? Humph.

Still, just walking the streets of Manhatten is wonderful. Finally a place where everyone walks as fast as I do!