Well, I’ve done it. I have single-handedly made a fool of myself in the vast blogosphere community and quite possibly to any potential employers who have stumbled on to this page’s sad sorry state. Why, oh why did I think it was a brilliant idea to include this site’s URL on my resume? (And not even buried within lines and lines of exaggerated self-flattery mind you; I put it aaaall the way at the top. Right next to the slightly obnoxious font-size-200 letters of my name.) Adding on to the fact that I’ve liberally handed out said resume to a fairly large number of people, I don’t know which is worse – the fact that I haven’t actually updated this thing in 6 months, or that the last time I did update, I linked to a poll on a gossip (but informative! and sharp!) website about who’s the sexiest new member of our president’s administration. In my defense, this was clearly an issue that needed to be addressed. (And for the record, our undeniably good-looking Chief of Staff – and my top choice – did emerge victorious.)
I’m glad to say, I’ve changed since then. (I mean, I totally still crush on Barry O, but I’ve tried to tone down the objectification a little bit now that he’s, you know, the leader of the free world and all.) Or rather, not entirely changed, but I have at least accomplished some of my previously mentioned goals for the year. For starters, I landed my very own internship in the city! Anyone who’s had the misfortune of hearing me moan how badly “I waaaant oneee” last semester can affirm that this desire was almost on par with my demands of having Honey BBQ wings delivered to my dorm at 3 a.m. the night(s) I said I was going to run on the treadmill but got hungry reading food blogs instead. After months of agonizing wait since my interview, and a lot of all-nighters spent firing off emails to any internship listing I could find, I was offered a spot in the Conde Nast 2009 Summer Intern Program and am now placed in the editorial department at Brides Local Magazines. Fortuitous, considering my one and only sibling and recent addict of anything wedding-related is getting married in August (like I also mentioned in my last post!). Funny how these things work out, no?
It’s about 5 weeks in and I love my job and realize how awesome of an opportunity I’ve been given to participate in the actual production of a publication. No, it’s absolutely nothing like The Devil Wears Prada, nobody’s a size 0, and I don’t wear heels to work every day. Granted, I haven’t worn any form of pants for the past 3 weeks (and still going strong), but that’s more out of personal choice and refusal to tolerate zipper/button restraint on my lower half as I eat my way through Manhattan than enforced dress code. Anyway, I kind of enjoy being the lowest rung on the employee ladder and paying my dues – lucky for me, my editors want me to help out and contribute to the magazine and website and don’t have me running around fetching coffee or dry cleaning. (I did make a Starbucks run once, though I think I might have botched their usual orders and went a little cream-crazy because they haven’t sent me since.)
The other best part of work is, unsurprisingly, the location itself. Summer in New York = hordes of students from all over the world determined to have the most memorable 3 months of their lives in what’s frequently referred to as the best city in the world. I can’t make any comparisons yet (hopefully that’ll change with the upcoming Eurotrip!!!) but I have to admit, you can’t walk down the busy streets of Times Square on a sunny day with light reflecting off the glass windows around you without feeling just a tiny bit fabulous. (Never mind the occasional sidewalk grate catching your heel while you’re wearing a flowy skirt that’s extremely sensitive to upwind air.)
Unsolicited Marilyn Monroe moments aside, it’s thrilling how being in the city alone can give you confidence, a thirst for adventure, and.. a highly increased social life. No really, I don’t know if it’s the convenience provided by public transportation to meet up easily, or my frantic need to try anything and everything I come across/read online/hear-about-from-strangers-at-Starbucks-who-don’t-know-I’m-listening-to-their-conversation, but I’ve never had this many people to meet or things to do (not pretending to be popular; genuinely in shock). Where were you all when I was rolling around in bed feeling sorry for myself with only the crumbs on my pillow and the faint glow of my laptop as accompaniment?
I get to see friends from home, friends from school who live in the tri-state area, and most recently, friends from the Internet! (AKA Twitter and various media-related message boards. NOT Craigslist.) I do occasionally get flack from my non-Web pals who still think it’s kinda creepy that I willingly seek out and respond to people I’ve only had cyberspace communication with. But the ones I’ve met so far have been pretty awesome, with truly impressive life experiences, stacked resumes, and a shared passion for our industry which gives me comfort knowing that print journalism may be struggling, but it sure as hell’s not gonna go down without a fight. The Web’s not out to permanently replace it – both have needs and functions that the other can’t fill or replicate. They’re meant to be complementary, not competitive. All the modern resources that have developed and spread like swine flu (ie: any social networking site that consumes 95% of your life) don’t signal the demise of credible reporting but can be used to an increasingly antiquated profession’s advantage. And if the main goal of the media is to serve the public, does it really matter through what form it reaches its audience as long as it disseminates information quickly and thoroughly? I guess the difficulty lies in balancing those two – but that’s fodder for a future post when I’m feeling less groggy and more analytical.
Now that I’ve completely clogged the screen with text vomit, time to lighten the load with some visuals from the past few weeks (hint: LOTS OF FOOD PORN).
This week’s agenda: dinner dates at Restaurant Week shindigs, free New York Philharmonic performance in Central Park, Kid Cudi & Asher Roth concert, Coney Island visit, and most likely (re: definitely) a few bakery stops in between. Will update accordingly.
Time to hit the sack now so my sister can bound into my room at 6:30 a.m. with her newfound enthusiasm for morning workouts as her dress fitting looms ever closer. She has also grown immune to my protests at participating in strenuous physical activity and simply reminds me that I’m bottom-heavy and could stand to shed a little thickness too. Sigh, goodnight world.