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| | You Belong in New York City |  You're the energetic, ambitious type.
And only NYC is fast enough for you.
Maybe you'll set yourself up with a killer career
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| This is my conclusion based solely on receiving a birthday check from my grandparents which is 25% more than last year. I received a card and a $20 bill every year for over 20 years, but in the past few years, its spiked to $30, $40, now $50. It's quite exciting really.
I am a little concerned b/c my grandfather wrote "fifity" on the check instead of fifty and I am pretty sure he knows how to spell fifty. Even until a few years ago it was fun to joke how our grandparents were getting older and forgetful... because sometimes my cards read "Happy Birthday Grandson" and I swear one time they sent me a Hannukah card for Christmas. But now that they are really getting along in their age, it's more worrisome than something funny to share among cousins.
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| My first post in 5 months. I was so aggravated by an incident this morning and I was venting to Sumi about it - I thought I'd vent online and also she kept laughing, saying that this was a Seinfeld episode and I don't think she was giving it the full gravity it deserved. 
I came back to my apartment this morning and found an enveloped taped to the outside of my mailbox, which was clearly sent through the postal system and had "Social Security Administration" "Official Business" on it. It was my social security card that I requested a copy of last week and that I had been waiting for.
I was alarmed because anybody entering my building, another tenant, visitor, delivery person, nut job could have easily taken the official-looking envelope and it would have been 1) really annoying to have to order another one but 2) an easy way for this person to do all sorts of shady business using my ssn.
I was aggravated because I am almost positive my mailman stuck it outside of my mailbox on purpose. A couple of months ago when I got back from Korea, I had my first interaction and altercation with my mailman. I was home one afternoon and someone starting to buzz obnoxiously. Buzzing is usually a few short buzzes and then a pause to hear if the person will respond. This buzzing was continuous bursts for a good 30 seconds.
I pushed "listen" by accident and I heard the person say, "They probably think I'm the landlord... that's why they don't pick up." First, what am I some illegal immigrant that avoids their landlord and second, almost all buildings in New York are owned by management companies and mine is in upstate so they don't just randomly buzz you.
So I said, "Hello?" and he responds, "Who lives in 4D?" and I say, "I do" and he goes "Who is Seung Joo Chung?" and I say, "That's me. Can I help you?" and he says, "Well your mail is all over the floor downstairs." and I was like, "Um why is it all over the floor? Nevermind, I am coming down."
The postman is an older black gentleman, who as soon as he sees me, says, "Young lady, your mailbox is broken and why do you let your mail pile up like this? Why do you leave it like this?" And I said, "Um, I just was downstairs a little while ago and it was not like this. I've been traveling and I haven't had a chance to check the mail. My hands were full earlier so I didn't check the mail."
Then he goes on this barrage about how I can't let my mail pile up and how the mailbox is broken and he keeps calling me young lady. I feel a lot like I've been called into the principal's office. During a brief intermission in his tirade, I interject, "Listen I'm sorry, the mailbox latch is not that strong but I have never seen it open like that. And as I said, I've been traveling and haven't had time to check the mail." Having taken a breathe to re-fuel, he starts off again, "You think you are the only person who travels? A lot of people travel... and they get to know me and they tell me when they are traveling and so the mail doesn't pile up like this..." and he goes on about how bad it is to let the mail pile up and he "threatens" to leave the mail at the post office. At this point, I've had enough of being called a young lady and I say, "Well I don't know you, this is the first time we've met and we are not getting off to a good start. If the mail piles up, you can leave it at the post office and I will pick it up from there but I don't know what else you want me to say."
My friends always joke that I like to make things racial but I am convinced that he is taking out his frustrations on me because he thinks I'm this little Asian girl who will apologize profusely and who he can push around for no good reason. I just really did not appreciate being made to feel like a criminal in my own home.
Back to today, I am convinced that the mailman put the Social Security Administration envelope because he either thought I was in trouble or at the very least condescendly assumed that I wouldn't be checking my mail and wanted to draw attention to it. (By the way, after that incident, I do check my mailbox regularly because I am not out to make anyone's job more unpleasant). At the worst, he is breaking procedure and perhaps the law by putting my mail outside the mailbox in a common area and in the very least, they are not sorting the mail properly and it ended up in someone else's box and that person put in on my box (which I sort of doubt because it was taped to my mailbox and not slipped under my apt door.)
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| I've been working on this information management software for the past 2-2.5 years - off and on. It is finally up and running and I am starting to set-up clients and meeting with potential clients. And it was featured in an industry blog!
In other news, these past few weeks have been so stressful for me and it seems like I'm busy all the time but not really accomplishing what I want to AND I'm not having fun. So I've made a rather big decision to scale back on my non-core Periscope stuff. This means that this will be my last year with Project by Project and I don't know if I am going to do any more shows - which was surprising a huge time suck. Speaking of shows, I'm having a view partying at bar/lounge in NYC this Sunday. I've filmed four in total so I think it was a good experience and I'm happy with leaving that for now.
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| The first of my shows aired last night. I am hosting a series on this PBS syndicated show called Asian America. I was going to have some people over for a small viewing party but I wasn't feeling great and my apartment was a mess so I ended up canceling guests so it was a little anticlimatic. But don't feel sorry for me - there'll be a viewing party for the next show organized by the three entrepreneurs I interviewed. It was strange to watch myself on TV. I only remember feeling very stiff and uncomfortable during the taping but you really can't tell.
I was a little bit of a dork and took a picture of the TV when my company name was on. This is not the best picture of me and I don't even want to start on the hair, which I had done but then it got messed up and well, now it is what it is.
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