Pandemic in NYC: 1st photo

Since I’m one of the people who has to leave her house every day during this virus, I thought I’d try and document it.  I feel very rare walking the streets of NYC during this time and a lot of times I’m the only one.  When I get out of work at 10:15 pm after working the closing shift at the grocery store it barely matters if I walk on the street or the side walks.  There’s no body out.  I’m gonna do a little photo essay where I post one photo a day that encapsulates my experience being out and about during the pandemic.

This is a pic from the closest bodega to my subway station.  I needed to buy some milk for my coffee and as a perk got to meet this cat.

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Grocery Store Tessa is back to the minimum wage hustle

Hi Internet Void!

I have had so many jobs in my 22 years that I feel like a barbie with different professions but without the cute outfits.  There’s nanny Tessa! pharmacy Tessa! and now grocery store Tessa!  I’m on the 2nd week of my job at a west village grocery store.  This means a lot of things but most importantly that I haven’t been paid yet.  It’s pretty easy because I’m a cashier and I’ve done this before.  The only big difference is that all the fruits and vegetables have a four number code that I have to memorize and that some of them have to be weighed and some of them are priced individually and I have to memorize what is what.

I also am getting used to wearing gloves and a mask for 8 hrs a day.  I have definitely found that my breath doesn’t smell which is a win.  And I’ve gotten a little smart with it in that I’m putting hand cream on before I clock in so that my hands can get softer and softer in the gloves as I work.  Also since the only part of my face that people can see is my eyes I’ve been having fun with my eye makeup.  I’ve been trying to wear fake eyelashes every day and colorful eyeshadow.  And under the mask, I’m wearing no makeup and sometimes pimple cream.  People compliment my make up and say it’s nice to see someone putting in effort during such hard times.  I want to tell them, all I am doing is putting in effort.  Me being here is putting in the effort, life to me seems like one big effort after another.

I’ve been feeling pretty depressed and down because so many people are dying and everyone is so stressed.  You can tell that everyone is feeling it.  Once again this city is full of death and you can see little shades of depression and sadness in everyone.  I know I’m feeling exhausted.  The act even of walking to the subway and getting on the bleak slow empty subway is a downer and takes so much longer than it usually would.  The trains are running every 30 mins so I leave the house two hours before work. Customers at work are snapping at each other for cutting in line or standing too close.  Customers are still walking into the grocery store without a mask even though that is now illegal.  We are telling customers to wear a mask and that same customer will show up non chalently the next day barefaced.  There are the overly cautious and the selfish and those who don’t think but it’s clearer than it’s ever been before.  Customers complain about being bored while I ring up their groceries and my knees ache from standing all day.  I’ve forgotten the cruelty of minimum wage jobs.  How you’re required to do so many things while getting paid the least they’re legally allowed to.  How the daily hours of 7am to 10pm haven’t been cut short even though people are suggested by the government to be home by 8am.  The cruelty of having to stand all day, of having just a 15 min break somedays and having to clock out and not get paid for it.  The having to wear the uniform every day and being given only one uniform shirt when almost guaranteed everyone who works there doesn’t have a washer or dryer.  The fact that there is no hazard pay, that there are still so many people who have to work even though to leave the house is to risk your life.

March Favorites

March had hundreds of days in it and somehow I still got the March favorites done late.  Here were my most favorite and most random things from March.

Skylight

$59.99

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I love this light, it helps with my anxiety and is so pretty to stare at. It looks better in person. It’s a bit pricey but worth it because it’s so visually pleasing.

Cocoa Butter formula daily skin therapy solid

$6.29

This is my favorite moisturizer.  Cocoa butter is my favorite scent ever and this smells like it in all its glory.  It’s so buttery and luxurious with a beautiful small price tag.  I used this on my face overnight and on my hands overnight in gloves.

Milk fluffer

$10.99

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This small $10 toy has turned into so much more for me.  I’m a coffee every day at least once a day person and used to make the worst most bitter coffee.  It was so bad that sometimes I would make a face after having a sip, similar to the face once makes after taking a shot.  This fluffer makes drinking coffee more fun and way smoother and better tasting. It’s super easy & quick to use. It makes my morning coffee taste more like a cappuccino. then Walmart coffee. Amen, amen, amen.

Dry mop pads

$22.99 for 180

Ok so I do clean houses for a living so this is probably nearer and dearer to my heart than it is to most people but this is a deal.  I used to buy the Swiffer dry mop pads but they are pretty pricey.  These are basically the same thing but for way cheaper.  Also, another money-saving hack is instead of buying the wet Swiffer mop pads use the dry ones and put the mopping liquid on the floor, then mop it with the dry mop.

My favorite cardigan

$20

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It’s the coziest thing ever and I wear it all the time.  It feels like a strong hug and I love wearing it while I drink my coffee on the porch in the morning.

Quarantine Diaries: 1st full day

Hi! I saw one too many Instagram posts/tweets/blog posts about taking this time of social distancing to better yourself and do the things you always want to do but never have time to. So now I’ve made a commitment to myself to write a little annoying something about how I putter around my house every day I’m in self-quarantine.  Read at your own risk of me boring you to sleep.  Which might not be a bad idea cause if you see this you probably have time for a nap.

As someone who has three jobs extended time home has always been a dream and a fantasy for me.  When I’m walking up the hill to my train stop carrying a heavy bag of cleaning supplies before the sun rises I have often fantasized about what it would feel like to go to sleep and not set an alarm for the next day.  I’ve daydreamed about drinking an indulgent, carefully made coffee on my porch of the first home I’ve ever had my name on the lease to and leisurely typing out a blog post.  I never thought I would have this empty time to do all those aspirational things.  All those daydreams seem like hobbies that belong to a different, imaginary version of me.  A me who is more carefree and less haggard.

So looking at this free time and what I should do with it is kind of overwhelming. And also feels like a blessing.  It’s a horrible time for the world and my city and comes with a full list of new and unique anxieties and problems.  And what is the easiest ways to ignore your worries and problems with a worldwide pandemic? Why drinking of course!!  But I waited until lunch to start on that :))

My day:
Morning: I woke up to a text from the client whose house I was supposed to clean this morning saying that she just heard from her building that they are not allowing nonessential people into the building. At that moment this was a lovely text to receive, I’m not a morning person and I got to roll over and go back to bed.  This text would come back to haunt me for the rest of the day with the realization that I am now out of work and that it no longer possible for me to leave the house to go clean apts.

I then work up for real this time to my roommate running into my room because she had seen a mouse as she went to make her coffee.  We were angry to now have a third roommate who was not contributing any rent money and terrorizing our kitchen and terrorizing us before we have had our coffee. The disrespect.  We name her Mama and imagine she’s a single mom and joke that she’s our little friend.  We joke about our 3rd roommate coming back from her home state to find out her roommates have replaced her with a little mouse who we’ve given her room. Quarantine does crazy things to the mind I tell you.

Lunch:

I broke my fast during lunch with a homemade bloody mary.  That was not my smartest life choice because three of the most prominent ingredients in my cocktail were 1) vodka 2) horseradish and 3) tabasco sauce.  I instantly got a stomach ache.

Then I made a beautiful egg sandwich (bread, eggs, sour cream, goat cheese, ketchup).

Then we played Jenga and I learned that if you are clumsy in real life that also applies to quarantined Jenga.  Then my roommate patiently taught me how to play gin rummy. By the time life asks me to play gin rummy again my brain will probably have forgotten but it was fun while it lasted.

Evening:

We watched Tiger King on Netflix which was (as promised by the people I saw tweeting about it on twitter) stranger than fiction. I re-learned that very strange people reside in Florida and never trust anyone who owns large dangerous exotic animals and thinks that they have a bond with them.  Also, this show is a strong case for gun control if I ever saw one.  The show is insanity with so many characters who seem made up for one show that is basically a documentary.  We were hooked.

Then I slinked off to my room to call my loved ones and bum around in my own little bubble.

 

 

Mask On

This is my angsty mask face. It’s been a long week. I got my teeth whitened (via Groupon, dumb I know) and they burned my younger and mouth so badly. The only plus side is that I got a face mask from the lady who whitened my teeth/assaulted my mouth. I have been trying to find some for a while but amazon is sold out and hardware stores are closed cause of Covid. I’ve been using for quite a few days now and disinfecting it but now that too seems gross. The next step is making my own out of paper towels. My best friend showed me a video of her uncle making a face mask out of nothing but string, a hole punch and stapler. So if I can find string and a stapler that will be my solution.
On the brighter side I’ve been a live in nanny in NJ for the past three days and tomorrow I get to go home!!! I can’t wait to be quarantined in my own space. Stay safe y’all!

Wrong bitch to hit with your cane :/

Y’all just finished cursing someone out. I stopped for one seconds for my asthmatic lungs to be ok and not think they’re dying after I walked out of the stairs of the subway. In this few second period of me huffing and puffing some crusty pervy looking 50 yr old man w a cane approached me and I couldn’t so I POLITELY said I’m sorry I have to catch my train and started to walk away and this man hit my ankle with his cane….. sheesh. I blacked on this man. I was just getting my breath back from the stairs (I’m the most ancient 22 yr old you ever did see) and used all that breath to unload on him. “You can not be hitting people with you mother fucking cane” and lots more heavily cursed words but I never remember what I said when I really curse someone out. For the first split second after he hit me he seemed to come forward and kept smiling a deranged smile and me but then I got louder and really committed to it and leaned all the way in in a way only anger management girls like me can and he didn’t get a word it and stopped moving.

I was having a really weird really hard really stressful day. I don’t know if my dads cancer is back or if he has diabetes and my employees keep trying to talk politics with me (which I think is really inappropriate) and I works 15 hours or something ridiculous (I’m too tired to do the math).

Belated February Favorites

Hi! I hope you had a lovely February she writes from a week plus into March.  My favorites of the month are late once again and I’m hoping to not make this a tradition this year.

Here were my favorite things this month:

The Metropolitan Museum of Art: This is my new favorite museum in the world.  It’s so glamorous and one of the great privileges of being a New Yorker is that you can pay whatever you want. My best friend and I went yesterday and paid one dollar each.  There’s so much marble and home decor (for when you’re extremely wealthy of course).  The architecture is unreal and there are lots of parts of the museum that are full of sunlight, statues, and columns.  It feels very dreamy and surreal.  Of course, it is now one of the many museums currently closed due to the virus.  Here’s some pics of me being annoying in front of beautiful art.

Cigarette pants: I’m not a big pant person because they’re super uncomfortable for me but cigarette pants are so chic and make me feel like a seductive femme fatale in an old movie.  I feel like cigarette pants are the most feminine pants and I have a very feminine style.

These are one of the rare things in this world that is worth more than it costs.  It’s so cheap smells so good and makes my skin feel out of this world soft when I’m done scrubbing myself down with it in the shower.  I love how many scents there are (my favorite is the mango).  I try to exfoliate once a week and I used to use coffee grinds and brown sugar but I realized I don’t want to smell like coffee all the time since I’m already always clutching my coffee like it’s the cure.

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Nightly refresh mouthwash: It makes my teeth feel so smooth and literally squeaky clean.

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Stress ease tea:  I like the cinnamon flavor best cause I find it to be the most comforting. It’s very soothing and I don’t know if it’s a placebo or not but my best friend and I were very sick and drank a very hot cup of this and felt a lot better the next day.

Dislikes:

Essie Gel Nail Polish: literally chipped the first day and then I tried again because I had read some good reviews of it online and it chipped right away once again.  It seems to be regular nail polish to me and not at all gel.

The fact that people have legitimately hoarded toilet paper???! And that most stores are out of it?? There are problems that us civilians have to deal with and some that we create, I don’t know why we had to create this problem smh.  I hate to see greed all around me in such an apparent and unnecessary way.