Living and working in New York City is nothing like the television shows and movies. Running through the street in stilettos, hailing cabs, and brunching...sprained ankle please! Here it is grind, grind, grind, sparkle of what life could be like, and then back to the grind, grind, grind. But, honestly, there is no better place to grind. I cannot imagine myself living this life anywhere else. Up by 5:30, packed into a train by 7:20, nasty armpit in face by 7:30 - out of the office by 5:30 on a good day, at the gym by 5:45 (that elliptical does wonders for your stamina when you need to dodge tourists in Times Square because, as always, you are late meeting your friends for whatever movie they convinced you was worth $13.00), back on the train by 7:30, second offensive body odor attack of the day (the specific stench varies in the evening) by 7:45, home by 8:45, and lastly dinner thrown down your throat by 9:30. Now you get that whole one and a half hours to either handle the personal business you couldn’t sneak in during work hours, call the family so your mother does not forget she has a third daughter, and you can further solidify your place as the “on the phone” auntie with your nieces. Every once in a while, every red moon, you can just relax, until you have to brush your teeth and secure your house with the 11 o’clock news reminding you why you pay so much for your security system. Finally somewhere between 11:30 and midnight you fall into bed cursing that it was only Monday and you have to repeat this day four more times until the sweet, sweet relief of the weekend!