By: Gabriela Yareliz If there is a concept worse than the idea of hell, my day came from that place. It was one of those: get-scammed, watch-a-father-get-no-bail-and-glance-back-at-his-wife-and-child-before-being-taken-away, get-ice-cream-that-has-no-flavor-and-once-you-accept-its-flavorlessness-you-find-a-hair-in-it, kind of days. My standards of professionalism are pretty high I’d say, and I often end up annoyed or frustrated at the world when I feelContinue reading “TriBeCa’s Message”