As I left my apartment Friday morning for work—not my Sex and the City job mind you, but a standardized patient shift (if you don’t know what that is, check out this post from 10.20.11)—I was particularly jazzed about my commute. My gig was in the Bronx, a good hour and forty-five minutes from where… Read more »
When you’re a tour guide in a city like New York, you often have to supplement your income with other jobs in order to pay the bills. As regular readers of “Almost Carrie” know, my primary job requires me to follow in the footsteps of Miss Bradshaw. What readers may not know however, is that my… Read more »
