Unemployed - Day 2

Today I am waiting for a UPS package. Anyone who lives in a non-doorman building and shops excessively off of the internet should know about this. Getting packages delivered to your apartment via UPS is a pain unless someone is home to sign for them.

If you are not home, they leave a stupid yellow post-it on your door, and you helplessly wait for another one to show up again tomorrow. Eventually, you have to trek into the depths of Bushwick, Brooklyn on some shady road with warehouses and dead people lying around, where the UPS headquarters is to pick it up. Any you can’t send someone else - it has to be YOU. In Manhattan, I think the UPS building is off of Houston street by the Holland Tunnel.

Anyway, I am waiting patiently but plan to furtively sneak out of the apartment at opportune times to get sunlight and run other errands.