Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Two weeks ago, I gave notice.  I knocked on my supervisor’s door and stood there with my resignation letter in hand.  "You’re quitting aren’t you?"  She said it with a smile.  "Well, it’s about time.  You’re in a new place…

Still playing with the redesign, so this weekend, while I’m away in the Hamptons, I’ll be coding up a storm.  Here’s a bit of what’s to come, but before I go through the torture that is scripting, let me know…

I am redesigning the crap out of this site my friends.  This week, you will meet a new Greek Tragedy.  I haven’t figured out what it will look like just yet, except for drastically different.  Those google ads are going…

About a year ago, for about ten minutes, I agreed to meet a reader from the blog at Starbucks.  I rarely do this anymore because Chris would yell at me.  In this case though, it was fine.  The way I…

When the line is too long, I find somewhere else to go.  The soggy beach bathroom, with its soupy floors of wet cold sand and footprints had a line that extended beyond the bathroom doors, a whip of women waiting,…

I keep a small notebook in my handbag for when I’m drunk. I rarely write in it while I’m sober. I just checked it now for the first time in a while to see what I’ve been up to. It’s…

Despite rats, I hit Grand Central tonight after a nightmare of a day.  Nightmare meaning new business pitch, but since I never discuss “work work,” I’ll spare you the deets.  Tonight was lovely.  I finally escaped to Metrazur, mostly because…

Tonight began at the outdoor garden at Miracle Grill where I consumed two mango margaritas in record time.  As soon as the waiter mentions "fresh puree," I know I’ll need two.  Then, I moved onto the talapia tacos.  From the…