I’ve fallen and I can’t get up

When the google domain manager sends one an email reminding that yearly renewal for one’s domain is required, one might question what it is one has been doing with one’s domain.

When at a cocktail party and the head bartender scolds one for not keeping one’s website updated, one might question why they have been neglecting said website.
When one’s mother, grandmother, and numerous close friends cautiously question what has become of one’s blog, one might realize they really have not posted in over a month.
So, one has decided to update things a bit.
Good morning, my name is Ashley Harrell, and I am another New Yorker.  I drink coffee when I shouldn’t, I curse when the bus departs without me, I wave at little kids in the grocery store (anyone see that recent 30 Rock episode?).  I pay too much to live in too small of an apartment, I buy groceries from the cheapest Latin market in my hood, I work for a non-profit organization helping homeless men and women reenter the workforce.  And yes, that last one is a new update in my life.  
Did I mention this yet in my blog?  Most likely not… I started a new job last week working as a membership manager for ACE Programs for the Homeless, which is the umbrella organization of the SoHo and TriBeCa partnerships.  Basically, this means I work directly with home and business owners to encourage community participation in a very worthy cause.  Things are starting to heat up as I need to prove my ability in this new job – next week will certainly be a whirlwind of activity as I just received my sales territory (Northwest TriBeCa and NoHo).  Now might be a good time to explain all these names: TriBeCa = the Triangle Below Canal Street; NoHo = North of Houston (pronounced How-stun); SoHo = South of Houston.  There are countless other nicknamed neighborhoods in New York City…
In other briefly noted news, I slipped on a patch of ice on Monday and got a concussion.  Yeah, real fun.  Fortunately, I was assisted by four amazing Brooklyn residents who saw my fall.  The five of us spent some time together in a nearby restaurant to make sure I wasn’t hemorrhaging.  It was a rather serendipitous misfortune – I made four new friends who I’ve already followed up with, one of whom is planning to work with me in starting a new band called “Ashley Falls.”  (YES!)  So I went to the doctor on Tuesday morning (after waking up nauseous and dizzy), got an IV of fluids and a CT scan… good times.  But all is in working order – my brain is fine, so no worries.
So for now – it’s just trying to stay warm in the bitter cold, avoiding icy patches and treading carefully.  I need to find a second job; something part-time to supplement my income.  Marcel, my fatty catty, is on a diet.  And I’m still vegan.
Oh and lastly, I really would like to go on a date.  So if you know of a liberal, smart, cute, wealthy, funny, and [most importantly] tall man, please give him my number.

3 thoughts on “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up

  1. Ingrid January 23, 2009 / 10:25 am

    Some of this excitement we can live whthout, you headbanger, but I loved your posted. I find all the neighborhood nicknames cute but impossible to remember! Sounds like your new gig is very satisfying and you should feel great about already fulfilling our new president’s call for involvement. Glad to have you back!

  2. A view from the middle January 23, 2009 / 8:00 pm

    So glad to have you back!Can’t help you with the phone number, but I’ll work on finding the number of Seth Meyers. (smile)I’ve ordered your super tread boots so no more falling.GREAT post . . . love you!xoxomom

  3. Lore January 23, 2009 / 8:16 pm

    I am so glad to see you are back and even happier that all is well. Give us excitement but not the kind that makes us worry. I would love to send you that tall man with all the requirements but that is pretty much a do-it-yourself job. Let us know when you find him though. Much love, your Oma

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