Jump the gun

Have you ever burned your tongue? Of course you have. Like me, you probably get impatient and take a bite, knowing you are risking the ability to taste for the next couple of days.

The other day I remember staring at something on my plate and analyzing what I was planning on eating the next couple of days.

Long story short, I jumped the gun and burnt my tongue.

I feel like I have done everything I can in order to find a job. I am confident that I have applied to more jobs than Obama. Nothing against him, I just really want to say that.

There is a pier on at the end of Wall Street that shoots into the Hudson. When you look out, you see the Brooklyn Bridge in all it's massiveness. When you look in you see a wall of enormous buildings keeping out anyone that questions their ability to make money. Thus the Wall Street Paradox is born. I'm convinced that the only people suited for New York City are those that have big heads. If your head is big enough, someone will squeeze you in.

Behind June, my niece, you'll see the tightly knit wall of the Financial District.

Some people have told me that they think I'm too nice for the City. The only people that make it here are severely cut-throat. They know what they want and won't let anyone stop them. I would agree. I am a nice person, unfortunately my niceness doesn't mask my massive ego. I think I have a lot of great ideas and can be excruciatingly creative. That's why I'm here.