Have you ever felt like you just stepped aboard a sinking ship but didn't find out it was sinking until after they'd taken away the gang plank?
I have. Let's just leave it at that.

Perhaps I can predict the future
Last week, I scheduled a hair cut at John Dellaria Salon for Tuesday evening. Nothing helps cure the stress of discovering that you work for a struggling magazine quite like having someone else shampoo, cut and style your hair. How can you worry about the uncertain future of your job when you look fabulous? Bonus points to Lisa for being one the only stylists I've ever gone to who didn't make my hair look v. broadcast when she styled it.

Free stuff
This week I went to see two free movies. Telephone Bar in the Village has a British film club that shows movies in the backroom every Tuesday. This month's theme is espionage, so the movie was Alfred Hitchcock's The 39 Steps. Yesterday I went to a theatre in Brooklyn for a free screening of On the Town, the Gene Kelly musical about New York, New York being a wonderful town. (The Bronx is up, and the Battery's down.)

That's all
Really. The week has been a blur of stress and meetings. I wish I had more fun things to blog about.