Here is a picture of the cool looking brick pavement that lies beneath the blacktop on Fifth Avenue. Isn't it romantic? I've been googling to try and find out how old it could be, but found nothing conclusive. I think it must be about a hundred years old though. Oh how much strife must be embedded in these pretty bricks.

Something I try to keep in mind when weirdos come to register as temps: how would it be if Vincent van Gogh or Glenn Gould walked in? Gould would probably mutter during the typing test and van Gogh would definitely ask me what to put on his W-4. Erik Satie would be hilariously raunchy and would maybe draw little pictures on his application. I'll bet Sylvia Plath would be disturbed by the smell of freshly grilled meat, which often wafts up to our testing room from some unidentified bar and grill. Maria Callas would probably take offense at being timed for the tests. And I'll bet not one of them would be able to email a resume in a regular old Word document.