I may need to get another job. I'm thinking service industry. Cue mild terror and intense curiosity. A friend of mine, let's call him John the Baptist, just snagged a position at The Norwood, a hyper-creative members-only club in just-barely Chelsea. That could be okay. I would obviously be "the help," but at least I could refill water glasses for Salman Rushdie. And duck should the fatwa ensue. Sounds like the ideal twenty-something NY experience, no?
Please keep your fatwas to yourself, Mister Rushdie.
Yikes.
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