Schlep, Schlep, Schlep

This morning I headed out to the furthest part of Hunts Point to tour the warehouse of the Food Bank for New York City. It was a LONG ride (or several successive long rides). In the end, I'm not sure it was entirely worth the trip. (Especially since I ended up walking a good mile on the way back -- in the broiling sun -- because I didn't realize that the bus didn't run in both directions on the street outside the warehouse.) Then I had an interview at another food pantry, after which I raced around the neighborhood trying to track the others. (No such luck.)

I headed back to school in time to have what has become my fall-back food option: a slice of broccoli pizza. (I delude myself into thinking that the green-veggie component elevates it to some kind of health food.)

Then I went to the very first New Media class -- my Skills class this semester. It's only five weeks long, but it's 2-1/2 hours a pop. We learn Photoshop and Dreamweaver and walk out of class with our very own websites, which is supposed to come in very handy when job-search time rolls around. Of course, tonight it's hard to concentrate on all the cool stuff you can do with Photoshop since my poverty story is due in a little over 12 hours.

When class ended, I headed upstairs to one of the computer labs and settled in for a long night.