Welcome to New York–You’re Fired.
It was a rainy spring morning last May when I officially moved into my new, overpriced shoebox size studio apartment in NYC. My former financial firm had transferred me to their new NYC office.
I walked into work that morning to see my ex-boss (who worked out of the main office 5,000 miles away) sitting at my desk. I knew right there- no more paycheck. One hour later I found myself walking back with my box of office belongings and added it to my unpacked boxes in my apartment and thought, “Welcome to NYC”.
Ten months later, I’m still surviving. I write about it at at http://tudorcitygirl.blogspot.com. Good luck to everyone. We’ll be much happier at our new jobs someday.