<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139171081651934499</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:36:15.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Shift</title><subtitle type='html'>Two mild mannered chicks take a journey into the reality of New York at night.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955862033717594652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDZH1uqLP0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ut2Rt5Qx06k/S220/IMG_0186.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139171081651934499.post-3654614995722221306</id><published>2008-05-22T22:00:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T03:23:02.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>125 Years Old</title><content type='html'>2:45am  On a whim, we decide to see what it's like to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge in the middle of the night.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDY2weqLPvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UOkCG_nq65k/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDY2weqLPvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UOkCG_nq65k/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203406625964769010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All is dark and quiet...as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDY24OqLPwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/sJBj-NiVcmA/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDY24OqLPwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/sJBj-NiVcmA/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203406759108755202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we ran into this guy, who we assumed was fixing a faulty bolt on the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;He works for the Department of Transportation, and he kept asking Anita what was in her Victoria's Secret shopping bag.   (Her shoes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDY2v-qLPsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kgccA-kJxUw/s1600-h/21052008164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDY2v-qLPsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kgccA-kJxUw/s320/21052008164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203406617374834370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bridge lit up in this amazing light display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDYlm-qLPoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/k0PlcIFUBKQ/s1600-h/21052008177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDYlm-qLPoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/k0PlcIFUBKQ/s320/21052008177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203387771058339458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The DOT guy told us that the bridge is turning 125 years old.&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, they are putting on a light show for the next 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDYlmuqLPnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/G8fQ1yaXyDk/s1600-h/21052008172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDYlmuqLPnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/G8fQ1yaXyDk/s320/21052008172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203387766763372146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had arrived just as the lights were being installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDYlmeqLPmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CkQCIvNldkA/s1600-h/21052008167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDYlmeqLPmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CkQCIvNldkA/s320/21052008167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203387762468404834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We felt like we'd stumbled upon something magical that nobody else knew about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDY2weqLPuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WXv-oR-tfMY/s1600-h/21052008175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDY2weqLPuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WXv-oR-tfMY/s320/21052008175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203406625964768994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as we got to the top of the bridge...we discovered we were not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDZBJuqLPyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/U3Asq0U8y4M/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDZBJuqLPyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/U3Asq0U8y4M/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203418054872743714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the dudes who make it all happen.&lt;br /&gt;We're told that the guy on the far right is the Commissioner of the DOT for Bridges and Tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;The other guys let us know that his position is a very big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Anita became starstruck and started to list her favorite bridges to him.&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and said, "Yeah, bridges," as he walked away.&lt;div&gt;He must hear that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDYlnOqLPpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/aAmmBy16fJI/s1600-h/21052008181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDYlnOqLPpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/aAmmBy16fJI/s320/21052008181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203387775353306770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna asked a professional photographer, who was there taking his own light show photos, to snap a picture of us.  (You can see his tripod at the far left.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy with his arm around Anna told her that he loves working at night, but only because he's outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;Frank, who is standing to the right of Anita,  decided he had a lot in common with her because they both like all kinds of food and all kinds of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He felt the connection so strongly that he ended up getting down on one knee and proposing marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the moment and the beauty of the bridge, it almost sounded like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDY8YuqLPxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XH8He1S1Q0s/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDY8YuqLPxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XH8He1S1Q0s/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203412815012642578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But instead we walked away into the sea of lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Anita Gabrosek Anna Holtzman&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139171081651934499-3654614995722221306?l=nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3654614995722221306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139171081651934499&amp;postID=3654614995722221306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/3654614995722221306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/3654614995722221306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/125-years-old.html' title='125 Years Old'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955862033717594652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDZH1uqLP0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ut2Rt5Qx06k/S220/IMG_0186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDY2weqLPvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UOkCG_nq65k/s72-c/IMG_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139171081651934499.post-2721209981094439332</id><published>2008-05-21T00:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T02:11:49.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Man's World</title><content type='html'>Livery drivers, garbage men, busboys and bartenders, construction workers and night watchmen--the faces we pass on our nightly walks are almost exclusively male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDOnm8MePiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LXplgBJW_Xk/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDOnm8MePiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LXplgBJW_Xk/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202686281978363426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One night, we walked past this woman operating a forklift at a construction site. When she smiled for this picture, she seemed happy to see us.&lt;br /&gt;We smiled back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Anita Gabrosek Anna Holtzman&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139171081651934499-2721209981094439332?l=nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2721209981094439332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139171081651934499&amp;postID=2721209981094439332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/2721209981094439332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/2721209981094439332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-mans-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Man&apos;s World'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955862033717594652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDZH1uqLP0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ut2Rt5Qx06k/S220/IMG_0186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDOnm8MePiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LXplgBJW_Xk/s72-c/IMG_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139171081651934499.post-5871028562749993161</id><published>2008-05-14T23:25:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:22:13.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cab Fare</title><content type='html'>Getting out of work in the middle of the night, we've taken a lot of cabs. We often ask drivers why they choose the night shift, and they invariably say, because they hit less traffic and make more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Anita gets out on the Lower East Side, there's still plenty of time for conversation before Anna arrives in Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SCutgcMePbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JnL_XLZN7BE/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SCutgcMePbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JnL_XLZN7BE/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200440967565295026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This driver opened with: "Do you like pork?"&lt;br /&gt;Anna said, "Not really," but he pressed on and pointed out the many places in Chinatown where a good, cheap pork meal can be had.&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked: "Do you like crab?" An affirmative answer led to a long and very detailed account of where, when and how to procure discount crabs, and what to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Go online to Crabs-R-Us and reserve a bag of crabs.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Meet the crab truck in Chinatown at 6:30am, and also pick up a large bag of clams from another truck while you're there.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Then buy lots of garlic, parsley, a bucket of ice, and a large tub of butter.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Tell all of your friends to come over with beer, and you have yourself a big party for less than $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SCutgsMePcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/f1NT7R3uY8w/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SCutgsMePcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/f1NT7R3uY8w/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200440971860262338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna took notes.&lt;br /&gt;She thought that sounded like a good, good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Anita Gabrosek Anna Holtzman&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139171081651934499-5871028562749993161?l=nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5871028562749993161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139171081651934499&amp;postID=5871028562749993161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/5871028562749993161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/5871028562749993161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/cab-fare.html' title='Cab Fare'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955862033717594652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDZH1uqLP0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ut2Rt5Qx06k/S220/IMG_0186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SCutgcMePbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JnL_XLZN7BE/s72-c/IMG_0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139171081651934499.post-995601374661547923</id><published>2008-05-14T02:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:41:48.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nighttime Companions</title><content type='html'>When we first started this job, we would get creeped out leaving the building.&lt;br /&gt;We would jump into the first cab available.&lt;br /&gt;But after weeks of walking home, the nighttime streets now feel friendly to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30am&lt;br /&gt;Our usual route down 9th Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;Each night we pass this lonely stretch by the post office warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCqBhXxRX4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/In88uK-ggYY/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCqBhXxRX4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/In88uK-ggYY/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200111130069000066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just outside the frame on the right there are homeless people sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;On several nights we've seen one man tuck in his companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCqBh3xRX6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/dQZKC-ISqzg/s1600-h/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCqBh3xRX6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/dQZKC-ISqzg/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200111138658934690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the night watchman at the warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;He told us his shift is from midnight to 8:30am.&lt;br /&gt;He asked us if we were religious.&lt;br /&gt;Anita shrugged her shoulders; Anna said no.&lt;br /&gt;He paused and looked at us.  The moment felt tense.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said with a big smile, "That's okay, Jesus loves you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;It was oddly reassuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCqBg3xRX3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/teK9OlkLOiA/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCqBg3xRX3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/teK9OlkLOiA/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200111121479065458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This man is the warehouse custodian.&lt;br /&gt;We were struck by his proud pose.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "It takes a certain temperament to work at night."&lt;br /&gt;We all nodded in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;Before we walked away, he added, "It's nice to see pretty faces walking down the street this late at night, and not King Kong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCqBhnxRX5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/F9mxSyIMG00/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCqBhnxRX5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/F9mxSyIMG00/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200111134363967378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get lonely at night.  They are more apt to talk.  And so are we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Anita Gabrosek Anna Holtzman&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139171081651934499-995601374661547923?l=nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/995601374661547923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139171081651934499&amp;postID=995601374661547923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/995601374661547923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/995601374661547923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/nighttime-companions.html' title='Nighttime Companions'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17988837983541811031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SDZIXie2gDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JPRUVZ6dNA4/S220/IMG_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCqBhXxRX4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/In88uK-ggYY/s72-c/IMG_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139171081651934499.post-1888627893258759564</id><published>2008-05-13T02:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:31:41.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strange Ones</title><content type='html'>3am  It's a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;We've noticed a trend.&lt;br /&gt;Anna always wants to eat after work.&lt;br /&gt;Anita always wants a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkndHxRXvI/AAAAAAAAADw/7ewQT7AeNGo/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkndHxRXvI/AAAAAAAAADw/7ewQT7AeNGo/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199730626031345394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stop at the 7-Eleven in Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;This nice couple keep the place spotless.   For real.&lt;br /&gt;And they tell us numerous times how much they love working there overnight every night.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they thought we were from corporate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkndXxRXwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4_yV0jglJYw/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkndXxRXwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4_yV0jglJYw/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199730630326312706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna buys some sort of beef jerky thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkoMXxRXxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mqjYv2Y_ks0/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkoMXxRXxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mqjYv2Y_ks0/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199731437780164370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But she is very very tempted to buy these delicious-looking peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with pressed sides.&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious a lot of care was put into making these packaged sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;Like everything in this 7-Eleven, we decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkncXxRXsI/AAAAAAAAADY/5cQIb5iGfMg/s1600-h/26042008092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkncXxRXsI/AAAAAAAAADY/5cQIb5iGfMg/s320/26042008092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199730613146443458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next stop is Les Enfants Terribles, a sultry bar on the Lower East Side that's full of sweaty ex-pats.&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect place for us night shift people to hang out. They stay open late and the atmosphere encourages off-kilter behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCks73xRX0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/FoLaHKkZaro/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCks73xRX0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/FoLaHKkZaro/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199736651870461762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our co-worker Daniel dancing with a woman from Sweden who works for the W hotel.&lt;br /&gt;We goaded her to dance by repeatedly yelling "Go Sweden".&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to like the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkncnxRXtI/AAAAAAAAADg/wiDQaAe75rE/s1600-h/26042008095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkncnxRXtI/AAAAAAAAADg/wiDQaAe75rE/s320/26042008095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199730617441410770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy kept making us clap our hands in some bizarre rhythm and when we missed a beat, he would throw his arms up in disgust and demand that we start over.&lt;br /&gt;It was making us competitive and nervous.&lt;br /&gt;He said he was European but Sweden spilled the beans when she told us he was actually from Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 5 am.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCk0iXxRX2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/9fmhTckG4g0/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCk0iXxRX2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/9fmhTckG4g0/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199745009876819810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkr63xRXzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/plFPgUD9vbY/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkr63xRXzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/plFPgUD9vbY/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199735535178964786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita is not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Anita Gabrosek Anna Holtzman&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139171081651934499-1888627893258759564?l=nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1888627893258759564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139171081651934499&amp;postID=1888627893258759564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/1888627893258759564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/1888627893258759564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/strange-ones_13.html' title='The Strange Ones'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17988837983541811031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SDZIXie2gDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JPRUVZ6dNA4/S220/IMG_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCkndHxRXvI/AAAAAAAAADw/7ewQT7AeNGo/s72-c/IMG_0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139171081651934499.post-469862188116180733</id><published>2008-05-07T22:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:52:37.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Workers</title><content type='html'>3:30am&lt;br /&gt;We start walking down 9th Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the people we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJlYJCTzwI/AAAAAAAAADE/ThjwV4lUNBU/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJlYJCTzwI/AAAAAAAAADE/ThjwV4lUNBU/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197828385355845378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJlYZCTzxI/AAAAAAAAADM/EqK0GThxr5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJlYZCTzxI/AAAAAAAAADM/EqK0GThxr5Q/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197828389650812690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We asked this guy if he only works his cart at night.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;We asked how good business was.&lt;br /&gt;He nodded and said something unintelligible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJk05CTzpI/AAAAAAAAACM/xct3V3IAxMs/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJk05CTzpI/AAAAAAAAACM/xct3V3IAxMs/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197827779765456530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJk1JCTzqI/AAAAAAAAACU/yzWcsN_dO0U/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJk1JCTzqI/AAAAAAAAACU/yzWcsN_dO0U/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197827784060423842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This driver also said he only works at night.&lt;br /&gt;3 things we loved about him:&lt;br /&gt;1.  his thick Eastern European accent&lt;br /&gt;2.  his dapper attire&lt;br /&gt;3.  the fact that he offered us a free ride home (we declined)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJk1pCTzsI/AAAAAAAAACk/ie63RoLJeHI/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJk1pCTzsI/AAAAAAAAACk/ie63RoLJeHI/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197827792650358466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many men can pull off a pink turban?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJk15CTztI/AAAAAAAAACs/df1KFS0ETHc/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJk15CTztI/AAAAAAAAACs/df1KFS0ETHc/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197827796945325778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the first photo,  he told Anita a secret.&lt;br /&gt;In the second photo, he copped a feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps only one of these statements is true...which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJlXZCTzvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cmRZmn-MJpI/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJlXZCTzvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cmRZmn-MJpI/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197828372470943474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happiest night worker we've met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJlW5CTzuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1m7hm_C7hXE/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJlW5CTzuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1m7hm_C7hXE/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197828363881008866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This couple kissed passionately for a full 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;It was a sweet sight to see at 5am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Anita Gabrosek Anna Holtzman&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139171081651934499-469862188116180733?l=nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/469862188116180733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139171081651934499&amp;postID=469862188116180733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/469862188116180733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/469862188116180733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-workers.html' title='Night Workers'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17988837983541811031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SDZIXie2gDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JPRUVZ6dNA4/S220/IMG_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJlYJCTzwI/AAAAAAAAADE/ThjwV4lUNBU/s72-c/IMG_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139171081651934499.post-1107485083381702022</id><published>2008-05-07T21:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:22:40.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Reality television is decidedly non-reality.&lt;br /&gt;It is a constant struggle to make something dramatic out of everyday moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJdL5CTzoI/AAAAAAAAACE/_EoiDM_bn70/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJdL5CTzoI/AAAAAAAAACE/_EoiDM_bn70/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197819378809425538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the building we work in.&lt;br /&gt;The interior looks like an apartment you would live in when you first move to the city.&lt;br /&gt;We are convinced there is a mold problem because every person on the job has gotten sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJdLZCTzmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fKk894Xuw5U/s1600-h/22042008072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJdLZCTzmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fKk894Xuw5U/s320/22042008072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197819370219490914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The street outside isn't much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJdLpCTznI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v35R0miZ6-E/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJdLpCTznI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v35R0miZ6-E/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197819374514458226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the right looks very midwestern and conservative, but he says some of the dirtiest things we've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 tips for cutting a reality show:&lt;br /&gt;1.  when someone is angry add the sound of thunder under a close-up shot of them&lt;br /&gt;2.  when someone has a bright idea use the "small bell" sound effect&lt;br /&gt;3.  all scenes should have wall to wall music with gaps for crucial sound bites&lt;br /&gt;4.  end each piece of music with a stinger*&lt;br /&gt;5.  for a transition between scenes cut a shot to the beat of the music, speed up the first half and slow down the second half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonus: for those really in the know, fit to fill is your best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a stinger is a decisive musical conclusion, such as a big drum roll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Anita Gabrosek Anna Holtzman&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139171081651934499-1107485083381702022?l=nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1107485083381702022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139171081651934499&amp;postID=1107485083381702022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/1107485083381702022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/1107485083381702022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17988837983541811031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SDZIXie2gDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JPRUVZ6dNA4/S220/IMG_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfw4Hs1rG7k/SCJdL5CTzoI/AAAAAAAAACE/_EoiDM_bn70/s72-c/IMG_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139171081651934499.post-3274591026626339233</id><published>2008-05-01T03:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:07:36.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cab Food</title><content type='html'>4am We decide to start walking home instead of taking cabs.&lt;br /&gt;It's about a two mile walk: midtown to lower east side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBltiQ0AgOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ULO0CQTISrA/s1600-h/25042008087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBltiQ0AgOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ULO0CQTISrA/s320/25042008087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195304080544661730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna is hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stop on 9th Avenue at a Pakistani restaurant that caters to cab drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBltig0AgPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KijRhLxvnYU/s1600-h/25042008088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBltig0AgPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KijRhLxvnYU/s320/25042008088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195304084839629042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also sell music and DVDs in a bullet-proof glass booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBlthQ0AgMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/azB-HWnp2tQ/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBlthQ0AgMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/azB-HWnp2tQ/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195304063364792514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking out the steam table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBlthg0AgNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tZVmpJz9dW4/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBlthg0AgNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tZVmpJz9dW4/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195304067659759826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food was pretty good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBltiw0AgQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/m5JFG38FG9o/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBltiw0AgQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/m5JFG38FG9o/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195304089134596354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this place is more about the ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;Every time a man enters they go to the corner in the back, take off their shoes, and pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Anita Gabrosek Anna Holtzman&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139171081651934499-3274591026626339233?l=nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3274591026626339233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139171081651934499&amp;postID=3274591026626339233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/3274591026626339233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/3274591026626339233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/cab-food.html' title='Cab Food'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955862033717594652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDZH1uqLP0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ut2Rt5Qx06k/S220/IMG_0186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBltiQ0AgOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ULO0CQTISrA/s72-c/25042008087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139171081651934499.post-3257794731725142329</id><published>2008-04-29T22:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:11:10.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>We work in Hell's Kitchen.  We go in at 7pm and we leave between 3 and 4am.&lt;br /&gt;At first, we were catatonic at the end of our shift.  Anna used to sing inspirational songs quietly to herself on the cab ride home, while Anita argued with the driver about the best route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were adjusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few weeks, we started taking advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBfimw0Af8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/J-yYNPzbwr4/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBfimw0Af8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/J-yYNPzbwr4/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194869850761101250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3:20am The Irish Rogue: a dark, beer-stained bar in Hell's Kitchen whose main selling point is that it's still open.  And they have plush leather seats in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBfimA0Af6I/AAAAAAAAADs/V2niB-BVDYE/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBfimA0Af6I/AAAAAAAAADs/V2niB-BVDYE/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194869837876199330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seth, the assistant editor.  He's from Ohio.  This was the night his car was towed.&lt;br /&gt;He told us there were three wigs in the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBgDEw0AgKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/A1ZT6j2z5i8/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBgDEw0AgKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/A1ZT6j2z5i8/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194905550529265826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Irish bartender, Dunkan.  He has a ridiculous brogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually his name is Shane.  We were drunk and forgot but he told us on a subsequent night at the Irish Rogue.  He also sang along to two Journey songs with a lot of gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBgDFA0AgLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ABVBdJDRmT0/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBgDFA0AgLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ABVBdJDRmT0/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194905554824233138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rubi, the bar back, cleaning up after last call.  He was camera-shy.  Why the gloves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBgDEQ0AgII/AAAAAAAAAFg/WRmzENEu82w/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBgDEQ0AgII/AAAAAAAAAFg/WRmzENEu82w/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194905541939331202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the middle-aged couple that fucked in the bathroom just before closing. Click on the photo to see it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Anita Gabrosek Anna Holtzman&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139171081651934499-3257794731725142329?l=nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3257794731725142329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139171081651934499&amp;postID=3257794731725142329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/3257794731725142329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/3257794731725142329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955862033717594652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDZH1uqLP0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ut2Rt5Qx06k/S220/IMG_0186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBfimw0Af8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/J-yYNPzbwr4/s72-c/IMG_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139171081651934499.post-5385151622034380070</id><published>2008-04-28T23:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:47:33.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Us... Day One</title><content type='html'>We're two film editors working on a reality TV show, and this is our first night shift job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SCkSssMePaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l6OvzDgXuno/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SCkSssMePaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l6OvzDgXuno/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199707803762965922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one... Anita is nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBaSmw0Af5I/AAAAAAAAADI/-RMznOLYVJE/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SBaSmw0Af5I/AAAAAAAAADI/-RMznOLYVJE/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194500414854168466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day one... Anna drinks the Kool-Aid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Anita Gabrosek Anna Holtzman&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139171081651934499-5385151622034380070?l=nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5385151622034380070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139171081651934499&amp;postID=5385151622034380070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/5385151622034380070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139171081651934499/posts/default/5385151622034380070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightshiftbaby.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-us-day-one.html' title='This Is Us... Day One'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955862033717594652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SDZH1uqLP0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ut2Rt5Qx06k/S220/IMG_0186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsfUl3giSOk/SCkSssMePaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l6OvzDgXuno/s72-c/IMG_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
