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.)