Mom, I'm Marrying A Freegan!

Once again, homeless against my will, this time courtesy of a bitter old lady upstairs and her irresponsible tenant. No job yet, a few rejected, a few declined, a few offers pending, but nothing yet. It's not easy to find housing in NYC with no job and no wad of cash.

Fortunately, I found this:

$675 / 1br - large BR high ceilings/good light in 100yr old brownstone sept-nov (bedstuy/JMZ myrtle ave) (map)

Hey

This room is 14x24 with high ceilings, hardwood floors. Plenty of light comes through 2 large windows that overlook the patio and carriage house. Its on the main floor of a large old brownstone occupied by 8 Anarchists, ages 20-27. There are 4 bathrooms and 3 kitchens. Only one other bedroom on this floor which a young couple live in and a large bathroom (8x14 maybe with just as high ceilings and lots of natural light). All new floors in the hallways.

We have a practice space (available for free use to renter) that we host shows in ever other week or so. In addition to the show space, there is rooftop access to both buildings (carriage house and main brownstone), a vegetable garden on one roof, compost bin, and driveway space if you have a car. There is also a large communal living room on the 3rd floor that out-of-town guests are free to crash in while visiting NYC.

Everyone who lives here is very into DIY, dumpstering, and is a vegetarian... except for 2 cats and a freegan.

UTILITIES ARE INCLUDED IN THE PRICE (electric, gas, heat, hot water, telephone line, wireless internet, Fax, AC). $675 flat, couples pay an additional $75.

Sublet starts September 1st and is available up to 3 months. Email us with a little information about yourself to set up an appointment asap.

Thanks.

Brian

(Brian's the Freegan.)

What's a Freegan? I wondered that myself: here's the movement's home page, a Newsweek article, and of course, Wikipedia.

After looking at their home page, I was astounded to see my philosophies and deeply held beliefs echoed back to me from the girl in the dumpster.

>blink< >blink<

Except for the finding food by digging around in trash part.

>blink< >blink<

So what's a girl to do? This should be fun. My own little Fight Club-esque breakdown. I bet it's only hard the first time...

Life is an adventure, right? Well, top this one, I dare ya!

PS - if anyone wants to come visit me in NYC, I have a couch for you to crash on... :)

Adventures in the Women's Watercloset

The 14th floor of Rockerfeller center is alight with Olympic buzz... it's a main floor for NBC Olympics! It's also the floor of Bravo! television, where I found myself interviewing. After the screening, I had to take a technology exam which took a while to complete and I seriously needed a bio-break!

Now, public restrooms are a great side-benefit to being a woman; sure, the lines can be longer if you're at a crowded venue in line for the closest toilets, but they are so much cleaner than the men's room. As a boy, Vegas casino restrooms were the only ones I'd ever sit down to use, but as a girl, all bathrooms are that clean.

Back to the Olympics... today, however, I think Olympic fever has spread to the bathroom! I blame Mr. Phelps.

So, I'm in a stall, just about to do my thing, when a gaggle of girls comes in. They all go into stalls. One girl starts and finishes and exits all while we are all still in there. It was so fast, one of the other girls remarks that she's like a bathroom sprinter. Another girl starts and dumps her liquid with a force I'd never heard before. Seriously, it sounded like such a large volume of liquid evacuating so fast that her friend commented on it from the other side of the room!

"I'm a power pee'er," she said. At this, the third chimed in, I guess I'm an endurance pee'er.

I am not making this up. Not sure what kind of pee'er I was, I lingered in the stall for a few seconds while they left. It didn't take long for them to come in and get out, not for pee'ers of that caliber.

Most people think of the ice skating rink when they think of 30 Rockefeller Center, or maybe the TV show. I think of the wonderful strawberry salad I had while there. And the Olympic pee'ers.

Joblympics

After two weeks of solid job-hunting, it seems the process goes like this:

1a) cold call to company (send cover letter, resume, etc.)
1b) cold call from company (want resume, skills, etc.)
1c) cold call from recruiter (want resume, skills, etc.)
2) wait for recruiters or hirers interview
3) wait for technical interview(s)
4) wait for in-person interview/personality interview
5) wait for an offer/rejection
6) barter/negotiate
7) accept or deny the job

So far the tally looks like:

2) Rockstar Games, TomTom (Amsterdam), Backbase (Amsterdam), NBC (L.A.)
3)
4) Amazon.com (Seattle), Digitas, Microsoft (Seattle), Joost, Cantor Gaming (Vegas), Bravo!
5) venture capital group #1, ZocDoc
6)
7) Heritage Web Solutions (Utah - freelance)

Heritage offers work anywhere, but at a fraction of normal rates. Could not live in New York on their earnings, but could do, say, Muncie. The work might be really easy though, so I haven't ruled them out yet.

Joost was ahead of the game, but they dropped the ball. Both Digita and Bravo! want to meet early next week, and I'm flying out to Seattle for Microsoft next week as well! :)

ZocDoc probably could have gone better, but I'm thankful they were the first real interview! I'm not sure either of us is what the other is looking for, but we're both checking each other out from across the room.

Update On Not Being A Bum

I was talking to friend, saying that my full-time job has become interviewing for a full-time job! Here's the last 24 hours, after my screening with Microsoft and technical interview with Cantor Gaming in Vegas (both went well)...

• 7:00pm - Technical interview with Mike at Amazon.com. It's technical. I pass with flying colors. Every one's happy, next up, "team fit" interview, to be scheduled.
• 8:00pm - A mix of watching Olympic History and Pirates of the Caribbean, At World's End
  
• 12:00am - Go to bed. (I know! Feeling a bit under the weather, want full 8 hours of sleep.)
• 6:30am - Wake up. That's what I get for going to be at midnight. Brush teeth, go back to bed.
• 8:30am - Get up anyway, do some OJ therapy with a NYC plain bagel. It's delicious.
  
• 8:44am - Michigan State calls, my transcripts are updated with my new name, but they won't send me one unless I send them $5 first.
• 9:00am - Alarm goes off
  
• 9:35am - Arnie from Amsterdam calls with two possible job opportunities with TomTom and Backbase. He's a recruiter, so it's still early in the process, but finally, some international leads!
• 10:01am - Ram, the VP from Digitas calls for a technical interview. They're a pretty impressive digital advertising company with some high-end clients, some of whose products I actually buy and use! He's happy, wants to schedule a personal interview. Funny note: while surfing their site, I actually came across this quote:
• 10:27am - Debriefing call with Mark, the recruiter who set thing up with Digitas
• 10:32am - Arron (another recruiter) calls with good news. Bravo! wants to do an interview! Brava!
• 10:40am - Jenna (another recruiter) calls from a Utah-based consulting firm ... this is the freelance job, $50/hour, doable anywhere. They want to hire me for work now! Brava! Brava! A JOB!!!
  
• 11:04am - Jason, a developer from Joost calls for a pre-technical interview. He's happy, tells me about the company and the role I would be playing within it. Wants to schedule an in-person interview with the CTO in New York soon. Brava!
• 11:13am - During the interview, Nick (another recruiter) calls letting me know he's submitted my resume to an undisclosed company.
  
• 11:14am - During the interview Tobias (another recruiter) calls letting me know about two possibilities, one with NBC (possibly relocating to LA) and another with Desihits.
  
• 12:20pm - Joe (another recruiter) calls and wants to set up an interview with Rockstar Games. Brava!
• 12:30pm - I type this blog and consider a celebration lunch. Hmm... maybe I better wash my face first!
  
• 2:00pm - More emails from Amsterdam, a few opportunities freelance with a Florida company, dealing with the fact that the job previously offered was only $10/hr in the fine print, (!!!) and the possibility of another role at Microsoft.
• 5:00pm - Nap. Seriously! This stuff is exhausting!
  

So... things are looking up on the job front, and we remain upbeat, for once that's settled, finding a home will be easier.

Life is good, even when it isn't! :)

Ranking Work

Today I was asked by a recruiter what was important to me in a career, and I wasn't sure what to say; I had never considered the question, and it took me walking a few miles around the city to figure it out! :)

The question was: rank from most to least important the following in relation to a career/job:

• Money
• Technology
• Benefits
• Company

This took me aback, for I had always views them as a weighted sum rather than as a ranking. (All items were important I would have said without thinking.) However, a weighted sum is not a ranking!

I knew right away that I'm not motivated by money. It's nice of course, but it's not something worth devoting a career too. I don't worship money.

Technology too, was easy to rule out. I realize there are people who eat, sleep, and breathe technology, coding even when they get home. That's fantastic; I used to be like that myself, but now I view technology merely as a tool to accomplish a larger purpose. Technology for the sake of technology has its place, but I don't worship tools.

Now benefits are important. Quality of life is important. I.E., time on, time off, work environment, health care, location, location, location, and opportunity for growth. As a former academic, I place very high value on these qualities in my life and before today would have ranked them first. (That's why when I left academia, it was to work for myself.)

To me, company means, "how well the company's ethical values line up with my value system." Do they encourage employees? Are their products ethical? Do their products make the world a better place? Enable knowledge dissemination? Reach all world citizens?

Although companies with particularly undesirable locations would require an otherwise ideal job for me to consider them, I would never consider working for a company that conflicted with my ethics and value system. In fact, I've already been turning a few down!

Thus, I would rank the items as follows, from most to least important:

1. Company
2. Benefits
3. Technology
4. Money

Yes Girl

She casts the net out, seeking for a new job, a new life, new opportunities and new cities.

A lesson learned from the ladies overseas... smile and say yes alot!

Big Things

Last night was pretty magical, as far as nights by yourself go... I walked 8 short blocks to Astoria Park (about 1/2 mile), which runs along the E. River facing Manhattan. I walked through the park, very cute, designed for families with strollers to push their kids around! There was huge pool nearby and tons of people camped out on blankets all over the grass.

Why?

It's at the foot of the Triboro bridge which cuts through massive portions above the NY skyline. Put simply, the Triboro foot is MASSIVE. Think the size of a casino as the left foot of the base of the bride but now bring it up as tall as the Vegas Paris Tower. It's so impressive to stand (or sit on the grass) next to the enormity of it all, never mind you just look left and there's the Brooklyn bridge and Manhattan. Stalin, with his love of fascist design, would have been most pleased! I felt small and nature was definitely trumped!

I actually had to pause for a few seconds to appreciate how this thing must have looked to 1900s eyes. Wow. Then I moseyed on down to the river walk and watched the sun set over the city. Magnificent colors and bold shapes slowly gave way to that familiar NY skyline at dark, again, with the Brooklyn Bridge lights shining over all of it, in much the same way the electric paintings do. In fact, I felt like I was in one of those light-up paintings!

This was my first real chance to really enjoy the city, and as it was, I felt forced to flee the home because my roommate has a boy from Boston over. I didn't really have anywhere to go Friday or Sat. night, so I just went walking around the city. Friday night was bizarre, as I attracted to me an awkward, but otherwise cute drunk boy lost looking for the tube station. I got a lecture from my friend here already on why that kind of thing doesn't happen to women like her, and evidently it has to do with a bitch vibe. I'm not sure I have that much paranoia to draw from (not have been born and grown up with the basic fears a lady needs to survive in big cities) but I tried it as I walked around the neighborhood and it just didn't seem appropriate. Too many nice faces out there living normal lives. Shrug. No, I don't have any danger filters; one of my favourite pastimes was walking around london at all times of night high, drunk, or trippin', so sober, I feel safe most anywhere.

Renting A Headache

This is the second dwelling I've been forced to vacate in two months. Third in four if you count Vedran the skinhead. I'm not living with Narcissus, but seems the young lady which offered to sublet her flat did not in fact have her landlord's blessing to do so. The landlord lives upstairs in the same building and is going through some difficult life troubles which make her a bit... prickly. Well, okay, she's being a downright bitch, and evidently has no problem defying equal opportunity housing laws, but no more will be said of her, save I hope her husband gets better soon and perhaps loves her a bit more when he does. (I shudder to think of what he did to her that has made her hate women so...)

So, once again, instead of being productive at work, enjoying life, hanging with friends, or dating, I'm now spending all my time (that wasn't already spent looking for a job) looking for a place to live. Yay me.

Recruiting A Headache

In the past three days, I have applied for over 20 different jobs, with 20 different cover letters, interviewed with at least 10 recruiters, taken two tests, aced two tests, and spoken with two different hiring managers and one venture capital manager. On the fourth day, I finished a web application for a Vegas client. Tomorrow is a face-to-face with another agency. What a week!

There are some big names in the hat: Sony-BMG, Microsoft, Amazon, Zappos, Joost, HBO, NYU. Can't say I didn't try. There's some smaller companies in there too. A gaming company in Vegas, and a global marketing firm... to quote a friend, those jobs might conflict with my morals, so I could become a stripper instead. But more on that later.

The phone starts ringing around 10am every morning. But from where? Washington? New York? Vegas? Or worse, Utah? Texas? Ah, recruiters. A process not really existing when I graduated, but one that now besets CS grads. We used to have head hunters, but those were a different beast. Nowadays one can make a career by selling other people's technical talents and some kids fresh out of college- marketing students, I imagine- aspire to being known as the person who can get quality people for your company.

Agents. On the surface, it seems absurd, companies hiring expert technicians by screening them through people who have no clue about any of the technologies. What's that say about the company? It's like people buying technology without bothering to learn about the technology, and it doesn't make sense to me. Of course, I don't hire... yet... so it doesn't have to make sense to me! After looking at my background, they sensed that I might someday soon be hiring people, so they put on a good show, hoping that I'd come to them when it came time for me to hire others.

My rock-star genius friend says that recruiters are people who can't get jobs for themselves, so they have to depend on other people to get them. Giggle. Nonetheless, I'm leaving no stone unturned, (it's a learning process, right?) so I have many such agents. They don't even tell me how much they make in commission to ask me detailed questions about technology they don't understand. They're just looking for the right or wrong answers. Or maybe not even the answers, just how you respond to the questions. Eh, I don't even want to know, I just talk nice to them so I can get through to the hiring managers.

It's like the banks in London... they all started hiring pretty, young people to stand in the lobby and be first contact for the customers. I guess it looks good having models hanging out in your store. "Hi, can I help you," they'd always ask, but if you bothered to treat them as anything more than a signpost, you'd be answered with, "have a seat and I'll get someone to help you." Cell phone places are doing that too... having attendants take your name while they fetch another employee who can actually help. Man, when I was young and pretty, oh wait, I still am... when I was younger, I had to put in long hours serving food at McDonalds. The option to be living directory wasn't an option. My, how times change!

Anyway, there are several 6-figure income leads, which is good, cause it will take six digits to live in Manhattan. Prices seem about on par with London, but I think the places are smaller. Like, $2,000 for studios, $2,500 for one bedrooms. That's per month. Seriously, I won't even consider a job here unless it affords $2,500/month for rent. If I can't land such a job, I don't belong in New York, it's that simple.

Ergo, $100K/yr = $66K/yr after taxes - ($2,500 x 12 = 30,000) = $36K/yr in my pocket after rent. That leaves $3K/month, and allowing $2K month for food, clothing, transportation, and entertainment, that's just $1K/month savings.

LOL! $1K/month savings making $100K/yr! But hey, you give to live large in NYC, Manhattan and still save money. So, $100K is my minimum. Fortunately, most people think I could garner higher wages. Cool. Let's see what happens.

Still, it's just a small flat. That kind of money (with more savings) yields a penthouse suite, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking mountain, oceans, or the Vegas strip, so I'm struggling with the idea of paying that much for the privilege of living in Manhattan. Of course, these high paying jobs aren't in Vancouver or Vegas either. Jury is out for Seattle; Microsoft again, didn't even blink an eye at $100K/yr.

Settled

New York, well, Queens, just across the East River, is quite a change from the desert, but it's a nice place. It's like London, only American. :) I now have 7 weeks to find a job and then, a place to live, but that should be plenty of time for both, right? (fingers crossed)

I'll keep you posted, but so far the LGBT scene here is pretty amazing. I'm hoping to get out this week and start meeting people; it's just been a bit stressful moving, ya know? I guess the good news is that I moved my home, my office, and my bod 3,000 miles and was only down for 5 days. Not bad, eh?

Six In The City

Made my first trip into Manhattan today NY... I'm living a block or two away from the 'N' line. (Cute, cause in London, I lived a block away from the 'Northern' line!)

The trains are air-conditioned. Whoo-hoo! Otherwise I don't know how one could stand the heat. It's seriously oppressive here... says the girl who is used to walking around in 120 degrees. C'mon, say it with me now, "Relative Humidity!" :)

I desperately needed to find some sort of sleeping device. The room I'm renting came with a bed, but the poor mattress was shot. "Feel every spring in the mattress" is an understatement. So once again, the quest for 1/3 of my days in some sort of comfort takes center stage.

I found it funny that listening to ATL music... literally, music I recorded off of the Internet from an Atlanta based radio station fit the vibe of the city. Nonetheless, it was an enjoyable walk from the tube to where I needed to go.

First stop: Bloomingdales, where I pimped out on Lancome products with the help of Richelle and free gifts with purchase. I buy my moisturizer there, and though people tell me that the products aren't worth the money, 1) I disagree, and 2) I usually get key makeup ingredients for free, so it's actually a pretty good deal. Bloomingdales rocks.

Next stop: Nat Sherman. Walking into the store put me right back into London. Because a friend wanted to visit every cigar shop in London, I did too, and each one is was a throwback to pure class. This store proved no different, first-class service (they even gave me free smokes) and old-world wooden style made visiting a real treat. Too bad you can't get Cubans here in America.

Headed toward the mattress store I found Jamba Juice, my all-time favorite California store, tied with Baja Fresh. Imagine my surprise when, finally, I could order off the menu! Yes, they finally have menu items for "fruit + ice, nothing else". Strawberries, Bananas, Cherries oh my!

Next was Aldo, another taste of London. I think I bought all of my shoes there and at Top Shop. I didn't buy anything today, which was hard; 50% off sale!

Along the way another favorite, Victoria's Secret. Now if you look, you'll see as their address, "London" but did you know there isn't one VS store in all of London? The buggers even have a listing in the phone book! Imagine my disappointment when I arrive there only to find that it's nothing more than ... well, nothing. There weren't any signs of any businesses at that address. They never answered the phone either. I smell something fishy. Anyway, I needed some lotion, so thankfully, this one was an actual store.

Finally arriving at Sports Authority. LOL, yes, SA to get a bed. I opted for the Coleman Queen size air mattress. I love the fact that you can buy a queen size bed in a box smaller than the Wii box! At least now I'll always have a bed!

It's heavy though, so I made straight for home afterward. Thanks to Miss Winn's help, I was able to navigate the subway like a local and get home before dark, exhausted, but looking forward to a great night's sleep.

Death In The Alley Next Door

Tonight I met the long-term boyfriend of my very, very good friend, Miss Winn. Almost 10 years now we've gotten to know each other, and with each passing year I come to admire her spirit more. Now that we live on the same side of the ocean, the same side of the continent, the same side of the same city, there came the occasion to have dinner with her and her beau.

Mr. R is impressive in his own right, cute, funny, and totally in love with her. It was a very enjoyable evening of Greek food (though I would have sworn mine was Italian) and music (though I would have sworn it was Spanish). There are so many good food choices in New York, one almost can't get hungry fast enough!

Dinner comes and goes and we take a side street under a huge concrete arch with clever graffiti and past an impressive orthodox-looking church. You know, the original church of Jesus Christ before all that Catholic corruption and stuff with the Pope causing the East-West Schism?

As we reach my house (Miss Winn's bf lives a block away) there's a Chinese man, obviously distraught, telling us about a dying animal in the alley that just got hit by a car. Seriously put a damper on an otherwise great evening. Mr. R calls 311 as they say goodbye, but I just can't go on like nothing happened... I can't resume life as normal with a dying soul right there, probably afraid, confused, and in massive amounts of pain. I go in the alley between my house and the next building to be with the cat. Its left hip has been badly broken, easily evident from the Cirque-style contortion of his legs.

I'm crying as I type this, it was just awful... the poor thing was a total alley cat, no collar, no owner, a real survivor in this man-made city. His hair was sooty to the touch on both his neck and back, the places where he couldn't clean himself and where no-one else did. I first met him the night before, enjoying a meal out of a discarded food container. The cat, not me.

Animals generally take a liking to me, and such was the case with Amsterdam - the name I gave him posthumously. He wasn't bothered by my presence and as I was content to just enjoy the night, we shared each other's company while he enjoyed dinner.

Now here he was, gasping for breath, obviously in great pain, unable to move. I sat next to this dying creature, right next to the garbage, and spoke softly to it while rubbing it's head and neck until I could get him to calm down. It was just awful... the poor thing kept looking at me as if to say, "HELP ME" and all I could do was just talk to it and rub it's head. "Please," I said to the man who pointed out this poor creature, "fetch some water?" The man leaves me alone with Amsterdam while Miss Winn and Mr. R rush upstairs to search for information online - 311 was not of much help as it seemed anyone who was capable of helping was closed on this fateful Friday night.

Now alone with Amsterdam, I wished I had the wisdom, strength, and courage to break his neck and end his suffering, but that was not to be my role. I honestly believed that a vet would soon arrive and take care of this animal. Amsterdam seemed to calm down and be at peace. I began to believe that he would be okay.

My neighbor Chi (as in Arabic for tea), returns with some water. As he crouches down next to us, Amsterdam, lying on his right side, slowly tries to raise his left paw over his face. I take a few capfuls of water and pour them over his lips, hoping that he'll take a drink... but there's no reaction.

I suddenly notice my other hand on his belly is no longer moving... he's stopped breathing. Right then and there, in my arms, he died. It was awful... when he stopped breathing I instantly knew he was dead, but there were still lingering body spasms which made the people now taking notice think he was still alive. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

Just then, another neighbor arrives with a box- initially designed to be a recovery bed for Amsterdam, it was now serving double-duty as a coffin.

Rest in peace, Mr. Amsterdam. I could not ease your suffering, but I could not let you journey into the next world frightened and alone. No spirit deserves that fate, especially one as magnificent as yours.

New York State of Mind

Landed safely in New York, and so far it is everything I thought it would be. Looks a bit different from the Vegas version, ay?

Suffice it to say I'm safe, sound, and working on next steps which might keep me a bit preoccupied for a while; so apologies in advance for what might seem like a colossal lack of updating. If that bothers you, try subscribing to the RSS feed (okay Atom feed) below to be notified of updates. Don't forget, if you want to stay in touch, you can always send a email or ring me.

Peace, love, and music, baby!

First Night In New York...

I wanted to come to New York and gain some experience with playwrighting. Little did I know that on my first night here, I'd be on stage, in a re-enactment of the scene from Friends where Chandler gets locked in a vestibule with Victoria's Secret model Jill Goodacre. Of course, I'm playing the role of Jill, but in an ironic and daring twist of street theatre, I'm also playing the part of Chandler!

Going on 8 hours of sleep in 72 hours, I minimally unpacked and after a wonderful lunch/orientation with Miss Winn, at 1pm, was about to take a nap when the doorbell rang. Oooh! Visitors!

I head down the stairs, into the vestibule and see a FedEx sticker attached to the front door window. Oooh! Visitors with gifts!

I open the door, try to catch Mr/Miss FedEx, but they drive away. Oh well. Can't Winn them all. As I grab the sticker there's an audible 'click'. My stomach sinks. The door knob does not turn!

I'm locked inside the vestibule- a 3x3 tiled room, split in half with two steps and rough carpet designed to get NY muck off your shoes. No phone, no keys, no money, just me and two copies of sports illustrated, one cigar aficionado, and one TONY. Two hours later and I'm well versed on ESPN's new fantasy football league on Facebook, non-cuban cigars from the Dominican Republic, and what's going on in New York this week. Even learned Italy's answer to Futball American... a strange game that's a mix of ultimate fighting, soccer, and football. I felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world! Not! I longed for a Vogue...

I guess I should have found a place in TONY where I could meet a man who would be impressed with my sudden, unplanned knowledge of fantasy football and cigars. Shrug. More important matters were pressing... like my bladder!

Three hours go by and the three glasses of water and 1/2 glass of diet coke are done with their tour of me. They urgently want to continue their tour of New York via the sewer system. It's broad daylight with people teeming everywhere. Another hour goes by... it hurts really bad. Another hour goes by... can't take it any more. I hear the sounds of bottles clinking outside. Some homeless lady is going through the recyclables. She leaves. I peep out, attach the door to the wall so I'm not locked outside, make a mad dash to the trash bin, pull out a wine bottle, and stroll back to the front door. My choice in urinals was not perfect; this bottle of wine was opened with a knife that only cut the topmost foil leaving behind a rather sharp tiny circle for me to work with. My kidneys hurt so much, this might actually feel good.

Logistics dictate that the going was slow (yay kegels!), yet I'm terrified someone might now come home. LOL, what a way to meet the neighbors! I'm holding the bottle by the neck and am about 3/4 done when I feel a very warm sensation through the glass... the bottle is completely filled!

Now, only one time before I peed into a cup... I was 18 and started a 50 mile drive to the mall with a 32 oz glass of Mountain Dew. The drink was gone in 10 miles, and though I made it to the mall, I was unable to make it inside to a restroom. So, being the resourceful type, I peed into the same empty cup that was previously just full with Mt. Dew. To my surprise, when finished, I had completely filled the cup!

Perhaps it was the boredom of sitting alone in a tiny room, or maybe it's just a fact of peeing into bottles, but there is a momentary sense of accomplishment in holding such a large quantity of liquid that was just inside oneself. Mostly though, there was relief. The sky was getting dark and I knew I could now wait the rest of the night, so spirits were up.

7 hours later, Warrin from down the hall comes home and rescues me. I had to convince him I was was who I was, but that was aided by having friends with cute and memorable faces.

Exhausted, I then slept for 18 hours straight.