Back in the Bridge and Still Alive

Rumors of my untimely death in the city that never sleeps have been greatly exaggerated.

Who thought a little flight delay and no cash to call anyone could cause such a stir? Yesterday my flight was delayed about an hour and a half, setting off a chain reaction of events that included phone calls to the NYPD, Fung Wah bus company, etc. to confirm my still being alive. I didn't mean to freak anyone out, but I had no money to call anyone with, hadn't quite thought about the possibility of collect, and was really in a hurry to get to Schnocone's as soon as possible. ASAP in this case meant 4am...oops, but that's really the best I could do. I made a friend on bus, which I NEVER do, but it was good because I had someone to walk through Boston with me since I didn't have money for a cab. Anyways, I'm sorry for the scare, but I don't know why the frantic calls began at 7pm when that's only an hour after my "scheduled"arrival time in NYC. Whatever, I'm alive. blah blah blah.

The job hunt begins.......NOW.