Monday, August 1-Friday, August 5

I know I haven't been keeping up with this. But in my defense, my apartment didn't get internet until literally a couple of days ago. Also, I haven't really lived at my place. I've been working like a madman. So heres the work side of this week...

I started Monday and as exhausting as it was I LOVED IT! Although all I did was run errands, check in samples, and other menial task. I was doing things that I really do find interesting. To see the behind the scenes was incredible. In 4 days I worked more than 40+hours. For a person who, just a week before was sleeping in until 10 a.m. and going to bed at 4 a.m. thats something. no? I worked a tradeshow (cleaning up) but it was a lot of fun. At some moments I wondered how long it would take me to get a real job...

I was in this dilemma whether or not to stay with the place I was working at or to move to a different firm. In my mind, I just don't want to make the wrong decision and regret it. But I received some enlightening advice from a couple of good friends. It goes something like, "In the end, the internship doesn't matter. It's who you meet along the way." and "In the long run YOU make the most of the internship." Both statements are true not only for internships but with life's difficult questions. I'm scared that my dreams won't come true (sounds like a crappy line) and I'll have to resort to working a job that I dislike. Even talking to my dad, he asked me why I don't work for J.P. Morgan (or someplace similar). I told him what I've been doing for the past week makes me happy. The only other time I've felt like this is when I play rugby/tennis/golf/snowboard/run, do ceramics, meet people, and travel. I almost feel as though I belong. Actually, scratch that. I feel like I belong.

ALSO! Celebrating Klumsy's bday tonight aka hanging out with really good friends in the Big A(ss because it smells like one). Each city has a unique smell....So if you see a group of excited and goofy kids...

-rog

Does seeing about 10+ rats in two days, one without a tail, and a shoe, with what I thought was a puddle of water but ended up being a pool of blood make me a true New Yorker now? No? I guess I haven;t been mugged yet...(knock on wood)