Hello, humans! Exciting things have happened in my absence from the blogosphere, such as the fact that I am now officially a senior in college. A senior. In college.
And, back at the end of April, I was hired at Time, Inc. for a summer internship with Sports Illustrated and SI Golf in New York City.
Yes, you read that right: Sports Illustrated. I, an athletically challenged and uneducated sports fan (I use the term "fan" incredibly loosely), received an internship at Sports Illustrated. In the phone interview the HR rep even asked me, "How much do you know about sports?" To which I said, "You know, I'm going to be completely honest with you: I don't really know much of anything when it comes to sports, but I am always willing to learn and try new things." The HR rep was pleasantly surprised with the honesty of my answer, and a week later she called back with an offer.
I've been on the East Coast for about a week and a half now and I am absolutely loving it. Trying to find an apartment in Manhattan or Brooklyn was not working in my favor time and financial wise, and after my thousandth quarter-life crisis of trying to find housing, I found a place in Weehawken, New Jersey with a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend who offered a spare room. At first I thought it would be a horrible commute into Manhattan, but it's not (as long as the traffic isn't bad).
Weehawken is a nice little town. Most things are within walking distance, which is good because I didn't bring a car with me (there's no point in bringing a car to NYC anyways). Even though the grocery store is in walking distance it's still a solid 10 blocks away, which really stinks if you're like me and have absolutely no muscle strength whatsoever due to the fact that I am athletically challenged. The only thing that stinks about the grocery store besides it being ten blocks away is that I have yet to find s'mores Oreos. They're not at the grocery store. They're not at Family Dollar. They're not at Walgreens. So far the only place I've found them have been on Amazon. Yes: I have considered buying Oreos on Amazon. I have not done it yet, but there's no telling what will happen once my Double Stufs run out.
Just about everything about my commute into Manhattan is pretty awesome. I walk out the front door and down the block to the bus stop to see the skyline and the Hudson River. Then we go through the Lincoln Tunnel. Now. Let me tell you. The first few times I went through the Lincoln Tunnel were the creepiest and nerve-wracking trips ever. My ears pop every trip, but the first few times, I kind of just sat on the bus thinking, holy crap I'm underwater right now. Then I thought, what happens if the bus breaks down? What if the tunnel starts leaking? What if there's an accident and we have to walk out to Times Square?????? So I did some research. The tunnel's been open since 1937, and nothing incredibly horrible has really happened, so I think I can survive two months of commuting through it. The bus drops off at the Port Authority in Times Square. My first few days in I stopped at Good Morning America on my way in and fan girled over Robin Roberts. Then I got over my tourist-y feeling on my third day and just admired everything as I walked to work.
Working at Sports Illustrated has been very surreal. It's a dream come true in so many ways, which is weird, because I never thought I'd ever be working for a sports magazine in my life. My bosses are great and the other interns on our floor are pretty cool as well. I've been lucky that I haven't been asked yet what my favorite sports teams are, or how often I watch sports, or if I'm keeping up with the NBA and Stanley Cup Playoffs (although I did start keeping up with the Hawks online when I realized they were in the finals again, on the off chance I got stuck in a sales meeting where the men of the floor started talking about hockey), because I don't think asking if Quidditch counts is really a suitable answer anymore.
The Time and Life Building is HUGE. Huge, as in there are specific elevator pods you have to go to to get to certain floors. And the floors themselves are so huge too. So huge that even though my boss showed me where the bathroom was on the first day, it took me until Thursday to find it again.
I've also decided that since I'm in NYC for the summer, I'm going to go to all of the spots from iconic scenes in Meg Ryan rom-coms. I've made a Google Doc entitled "The Ultimate Meg Ryan NYC Bucket List" and I plan to visit the majority of those places over the summer. Maybe I'll get lucky and meet the love of my life at the top of the Empire State Building. (Yes, I too started laughing as soon as I ended that sentence.)
I also have half a mind to find out how to join a flash mob, because why not figure out if one can be a part of a Times Square flash mob?
Also, just so Justin knows, I'm still practicing Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You" for our Chug karaoke night when I get back to Muncie, even though I am HIGHLY suggesting that we do "Wanna Dance With Somebody" instead due to the fact that I sound like a dying frog when I sing and will indeed make Whitney turn over in her grave no matter what song we pick.