Last week I started my internship and lemme tell you, it was quite a beginning. My mom took the train into the city with me and dropped me off at work, pre-school style. I didn't let her take pictures, as she did when I was four, despite her begging-- but I was happy that she was there. Walking into that building seemed surreal, like I was going in to interview all over again. But past the elevator ride, the experience was completely different. Before I went in, I told my mom that I was nervous they'd send me on a run to pick something up. We both agreed that would be ludicrous and they'd be risking their reputation by sending me out into the city. They, however, didn't think so, which was simultaneously flattering and terrifying. In all fairness, I didn't put "very talented at getting lost" on my resume, so I can't blame them for not assuming. After a ten minute welcome-to-the-office, I was sent out to Michael Kors to pick up a few things and was sent to six other places throughout the day. I got lost at least fifteen times and had to ask more people than that for help. For the record, I'd like to kill the misconception that New Yorkers are rude; they may be blunt but they are so helpful and sweet. Everyone I asked, including the English tourists!--pointed me in the right direction and more than one person walked me to the subway. No shame. (Except about the way I looked, which was drenched in sweat and super frizzy. Humidity and I are currently fighting. Sadly, I think we all know who's winnin' that battle.)
Either way, those three days were exhausting but I learned a lot (for example, the D-train will always lead me to Harlem. As soon as I got on that train today it was clear that I wasn't meant to be there; hardcore one-of-these-things-is-not-like-the-other. Great graffiti though, really.)
Today was my first day here without having to work or being with my family. I decided to walk along Central Park and then go shopping. Yet another learning experience: shopping alone with such low funds is depressing. This is really not difficult to guess, so I have no idea why I still thought it was a good idea. That's kind of been the theme of my life for the past few weeks... At least I'm consistent!
I just finished watching A Cinderella Story (I will always love Hil Duff, no matter how poor the acting or sappy the story line.) And now I'm reading and watching Khloe and Kourtney Take Miami. New episode; that's what's up. Tomorrow I'll try to have a real adventure or make one up so that you'll actually want to read this thing. No more adventures in Harlem though, I think my time there has come to an end!
Good night, guys! Miss you all.
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