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THE BIG APPLE
IS NO FREEBIE

   "You never write about me," my 24 year old daughter complained a few months ago. "I guess I’ll have to do something drastic, like become a nun or run away and join the circus."
   I laughed, knowing she was the epitome of stability and was just kidding around. One month later, she quit her job, sold her furniture, and moved to New York.
   Some people will do anything to get a little ink.
   When she told my wife and me that she was chucking her comfortable life in San Francisco for the wild streets of Manhattan, we were very supportive. She has always been organized and responsible, and we had no doubt she had it all worked out.
   "I’ll be rooming with my girlfriend and I’ll be studying to take the graduate school entrance exam," she replied when asked about her plans.
  "That’s nice," I said. "I’m sure a lot of people move 3000 miles away so they can study. How about a job prospect?"
   "I’ve got some savings, so I can study for awhile before looking for a job."
   She was right. She had enough savings to last her about a week in Manhattan. No need to worry.
   So off she went for the big adventure. She moved in with her girlfriend on the Upper East Side and spent her first few weeks looking for an apartment closer to the action of Greenwich Village and SOHO.
  "We found an apartment," she exulted on the phone a couple of weeks ago. "We’re so excited. It’s perfect! The only problem is that we’re both unemployed so all the parents will have to be guarantors for us to have a chance of getting it."
  "That’s nice," I replied. "I hope it works out. Have you considered looking for jobs yet?"
   "My test is this week. I’ve been having trouble studying because of all this apartment hunting. But I’ll start looking next week, after my test."
   I signed the guarantor application and faxed it to her. She called the next day.
   "Great news!" she exulted. "We got the apartment, and it’s only $3000 a month, which is cheap for Manhattan. We stalked them until they gave it to us. And the even better news is that they don’t need you to be a guarantor."
   That was indeed good news. I wasn’t thrilled about guaranteeing rent for the unemployed. But it did cross my mind why the landlord was so trusting.
   "Oh, by the way," my daughter added almost as an afterthought. "I need a check for $10,000 for my share of the security deposit."
   Oh.
   At least I get the interest off it. And I was sure both my daughter and her friend would find jobs soon. With the apartment secured and my daughter’s test completed, they’d have little else to do other than look for work.
   Sure enough, the call came last week. "I got a job!" she cried.
   "Great! What is it and how much does it pay?"
   "Well, actually it’s only one day a week, working for a very prestigious firm."
   "One day a week?" I repeated. "That’s not going to pay a lot of bills."
   "Probably not," she said, meekly. "Especially since it’s an unpaid intern position."
   This wasn’t going well. She was really enjoying New York and had no intentions of coming home, especially after signing a one-year lease for her new digs. I began to wonder if our responsible, organized 24 year old was having an early mid-life crisis.
   "Don’t worry," she said, sensing my panic. "I’ve got a couple of interviews set up. But I’m not too excited about the type of work. I’ll find something, though."
   Another week went by and I was heartened to observe that she was beginning to worry about her unemployment. Her friends were all working and her roommate was close to landing a new job. I think she sensed that being unemployed in Manhattan wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
   The call came yesterday. "You can stop worrying," she said. "I accepted a position with a company run by a billionaire. Not a millionaire, a billionaire."
   "Excellent," I replied. "I don’t want to sound too pushy, but do you mind if I ask if this job actually pays you money."
   "It sure does. And it’s enough to pay the rent."
   That’s my girl.

 

 

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