These days have been crazy days for me. Too much I should say. I am really exhausted. Searching for a new home was extremely hard for me.
I was alone and without any kind of experience at all in this quest – finding an apartment in Manhattan. This was my own fault since I should have applied for Columbia Housing and I didn’t. The University Housing makes absolutely everything easier, much easier. Believe me.
I arrived on the morning of the 27th December at 6am.
At 7am I took a cab from JFK to the Pod Hotel at 51st and 3rd Avenue. I left all my stuff in the room, brushed my teeth, had a bath and went find an AT&T shop to buy my Blackberry (bb from now on). Read more >>
When it comes to recruiting, it is clear that there is such a thing as a collective memory in the labour force. Well at least as far as the MBA labour force is concerned.
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I’m sitting in JFK as I write this, with piles of paper and books scattered around me. Fellow passengers are giving me looks of death as I’ve taken up the two available electrical outlets and about six seats. But I don’t care, I’m fingering a rosary I picked up at an airport shop sincerely praying for some divine intervention. Read more >>
Finally I am at the airport in Buenos Aires, leaving summer and getting into a cold NY winter. Me, my two bags and a big big big tube where my Marcos Lopez artwork is going to make its trip. Read more >>