Intern Chick

This weekend I went out to celebrate one of my old roommate's birthday (I think I have the record for the most amount of past roommates, but that's for another blog). We went to a club downtown and I was the 2nd person to show up on her guest list. Lame. It was pretty awkward, just sitting there with my $10 drink, looking at my phone every 5 minutes (okay, 5 seconds), and waiting for everyone else to show up. The DJ played some pretty good songs, usually when you show up that early the songs suck and you wonder how this guy even got a job in the first place, then you hope no one is paying this loser to spin such crap.

Finally everyone else coming for her party showed up but no one was really dancing yet. And then the same thing happened that happens every time you go to any club that plays Hip-Hop. The DJ played a set of songs from when one of the labels I work at was in its hey day and the club went nuts, like it always does. I've been hearing variations on this set since I was 12 years old sneaking into clubs I had no business being in (sorry, Mom!). And if you thought about it for a minute, you probably just figured out where I work. But this time it was different.

Those songs came on and everyone put their game face on and started dancing. That's how you get the party started, every DJ knows that (and if you don't, then don't quit your day job).

Anyway, I started dancing and was just as ecstatic as everyone else to hear these songs. But then I remembered I WORK at the place that put these hits out. I was overcome with a huge sense of pride because I remembered this is why I want to work in the music industry. I want to help make the hits that people go crazy for and make them forget that anything else in the world exists except this one song.

So at the end of the day, yeah, its worth it.