I swear to Claire, this morning on my walk to work, cement dripped from the construction site I was walking past and landed on my face. Not just anywhere on my face, right near my lip as I was eating my breakfast.
It was THAT kind of morning.
I'm trying really really hard to stay positive about this whole job hunting ordeal. I spent one last sleepless night thinking about it last week and have been making a conscious effort to stay positive. Today is Day 2. My main reason for interningwhenIshouldbeworking was to go to industry events to network. Guess what? You can't go out when you're broke.
Unless you have managed to sneak your way into the life of a club promoter at one of the most exclusive clubs in New York City.
Enter InternChick.
It was much to my surprise when said promoter messaged me today to come hang out with him tonight. Let's see. It's a Tuesday night, I have probably about $20 to my name, I need groceries, and my jeans are damn near falling off my waist (club attire? I think not). Then I found out this event tonight is one of the more star studded events going on in Manhattan tonight and is being hosted by one talented basketball player and one record label that would most benefit if my name were on the payroll!
I frantically messaged my old intern buddy, telling her to come out to the city and indulge in this rare opportunity. I told the promoter that if I could find someone to come, I'd come out. My intern buddy answered me back telling me she couldn't go because her hair was a mess. What?? Am I on some type of other planet where there is no recession and music industry jobs fall out of the sky like rain drops??? She, who is also looking for a job, is turning this event down? Okay...
I tried to find someone else but, after only living here for 2 weeks and working all the time, friends are few and far between. I weighed my options. My boss told me she used to go to events all the time by herself. I warmed up to the idea and all of a sudden realized, why WOULDN'T I go?! Alone or rollin' 20 deep, why would I pass it up? There is a chance, no matter how slight, that I could meet someone who knows someone (who knows someone...) that is looking to hire an assistant. And if that chance exists, I fully intend to take it.
So, wish me luck tonight as I go on a wild goose chase for my dream job. Maybe tonight is the night I will find my golden egg.
Labels: decisions, events, intern, misadventure, new york
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