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Man, oh man.
With McParty a Fiver and me working sometimes at some places, I'm really starting to feel like an adult. I wrote my ass off today, pounding out my Tokion, Katrina photography and S. Files exhibiton reviews. I've been wicked productive - pitching articles to Bene and City Limits and Maxwell says I'm going to get the chance to write soon, at least for the website. I've got a good feeling about selling an article to Bene and Lord knows, Heather needs a new pair of shoes. And with that crap I wrote for Manhattan South, I'm going to be a published magazine writer in a couple weeks!
Things are going really well at both my internships, Tokion and Zwirner. I've gotten into the whole getting up and going to work groove and I really like it. Only thing is, with the one office steps away from my door, I feel so clausterphobic. There are, you know, only so many times one person can get coffee at Lotus and eat Happy Salads at Tiny's before going totally bananas. And I'm sure all those unemployed losers in my neighborhood think I'm one of them again now that they see me every minute of every day.
It's weird to think that in 6 months I'll be a real, live adult with a real, adult job. At least I know I'll never have to wear more than jeans and sneakers to work (although I was bummed at first - i always thought i could totally rock the sexy-business-lady look.)
Jeeze.
With McParty a Fiver and me working sometimes at some places, I'm really starting to feel like an adult. I wrote my ass off today, pounding out my Tokion, Katrina photography and S. Files exhibiton reviews. I've been wicked productive - pitching articles to Bene and City Limits and Maxwell says I'm going to get the chance to write soon, at least for the website. I've got a good feeling about selling an article to Bene and Lord knows, Heather needs a new pair of shoes. And with that crap I wrote for Manhattan South, I'm going to be a published magazine writer in a couple weeks!
Things are going really well at both my internships, Tokion and Zwirner. I've gotten into the whole getting up and going to work groove and I really like it. Only thing is, with the one office steps away from my door, I feel so clausterphobic. There are, you know, only so many times one person can get coffee at Lotus and eat Happy Salads at Tiny's before going totally bananas. And I'm sure all those unemployed losers in my neighborhood think I'm one of them again now that they see me every minute of every day.
It's weird to think that in 6 months I'll be a real, live adult with a real, adult job. At least I know I'll never have to wear more than jeans and sneakers to work (although I was bummed at first - i always thought i could totally rock the sexy-business-lady look.)
Jeeze.