So not Pink
I work with a bunch of guys. Great guys, talented guys — but of the male species — so the toilet seat is always up, the kitchen is packed with several jars of peanut butter and old milk, and they stroll in in gym shorts.
Regardless of what they wear, I love dressing up for work. It's like a foreign and exciting world to me — stepping outside of Pink and the Pink clothes and Pink music and Pink girls. I get to put away my yoga pants for a few hours and dress up my favorite shorts and walk up Madison Avenue like an important person (last I checked, I am).
I love my internship. After dozing on the subway for 45 minutes, I get excited to get there and start my day. It is unpaid, so I grab a napkin and I'm like "Hey guys, I'm going to eat all of your peanuts and drink all your coffee because I'm unpaid." So when I head to Victoria's Secret in the evening I show up caffeinated and full of salty nuts.
The last three days I worked both my internship and job — totaling about 13 hours a day. I don't know how I do it, but I miraculously have today and tomorrow off and I'm completely drained. The customers lately have been, I swear, the dumbest and most frustrating yet. After long days and lack of sleep, I just have to bite my tongue and nod my head. It's all about them, anyway. My brain is fried. I feel useless. I don't want to talk to any people. Hence, I'm here in bed writing and watching Netflix.
But I do it all because I refuse to give up and I'm determined to make it in this city. When it hits 4 pm and it's time to commute to Herald Square I think "nooooo" and everyone else says the same thing, making the work place just that much better.
I've been writing and editing stuff (you'll see soon!) I'm not used to and it's a great challenge for me. It's motivating and exciting. The other interns say "ugh, I have to write" and I think "yay! I get to edit."
I'm such a nerd.
Regardless of what they wear, I love dressing up for work. It's like a foreign and exciting world to me — stepping outside of Pink and the Pink clothes and Pink music and Pink girls. I get to put away my yoga pants for a few hours and dress up my favorite shorts and walk up Madison Avenue like an important person (last I checked, I am).
I love my internship. After dozing on the subway for 45 minutes, I get excited to get there and start my day. It is unpaid, so I grab a napkin and I'm like "Hey guys, I'm going to eat all of your peanuts and drink all your coffee because I'm unpaid." So when I head to Victoria's Secret in the evening I show up caffeinated and full of salty nuts.
The last three days I worked both my internship and job — totaling about 13 hours a day. I don't know how I do it, but I miraculously have today and tomorrow off and I'm completely drained. The customers lately have been, I swear, the dumbest and most frustrating yet. After long days and lack of sleep, I just have to bite my tongue and nod my head. It's all about them, anyway. My brain is fried. I feel useless. I don't want to talk to any people. Hence, I'm here in bed writing and watching Netflix.
But I do it all because I refuse to give up and I'm determined to make it in this city. When it hits 4 pm and it's time to commute to Herald Square I think "nooooo" and everyone else says the same thing, making the work place just that much better.
I've been writing and editing stuff (you'll see soon!) I'm not used to and it's a great challenge for me. It's motivating and exciting. The other interns say "ugh, I have to write" and I think "yay! I get to edit."
I'm such a nerd.
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