into settling in.

i’m settled in. i think getting internet kinda finalized it. my clothes are hanged, i have a bookshelf, a mirror, and a mattress. oh, and a real curtain. (i’ve been using my tinkerbell blanket, thanks guis haha)

people have been asking for updates, sorry it’s late, but here it is.

how’s work? work is hard. i work 12-14 hours a day and do b*work, but like andrew kim said… i just gotta assert my power in a subtle way. i’m gonna have to figure that part out, but we’ll see what happens. i realized in fashion, my college degree doesn’t mean anything. honestly, you don’t need one to do what i do, but whether it be in fashion or something else, this internship will help me answer some important questions and move me forward, so i’m not complaining.

how’s the co-workers? i work with some people who are very high-strung and stressed. they’re not mean people, they’re just rude. you know what i mean? like people who are mean are like.. purposely mean, but people who are rude are just too lazy or unaware to take that extra step to be nice. it’s like… you could say thank you, but would rather say two words less. you could look up from your computer when you’re talking to someone, but you’d rather keep reading what you were reading. things like that.

anyways, on the weekends i realize the world is still a nice place to live in.

this past sunday, i was on my way to church on the metro and there were so many families on their way to church. i could tell by what the kids were wearing. the girls were wearing pretty dresses with pretty little heels and the boys were wearing their ties and bow ties. one dad was reading his bible. another mom was wearing her deaconess badge. and i thought, this is what it means to be worshiping God. just wanting to present your best self and preparing yourself. not just rolling out of bed or rolling up in your flip flops because it’s convenient. where i come from (the plush hills of like the valley), parents don’t mind their kids going to church in halter tops and flip flops. but church ain’t no beach, it’s The House. we all have to straighten our acts. so bringing this back to the main character (me), i like to sleep… it made me late to church. and the Lord said… loving sleep will kill me. He didn’t say it like that, but that was like the jist of it somewhere in the Bible. so no more snoozing. if i can make it to work on time, i can make it to church on time.

straighten up and fly right.

into working unpaid.

i have a feeling this blog might turn into a blog of rants, but… oh well. it’s my blog.

anyways, start of my internship. day 1. i won’t say where i work because then i can’t talk crap about my job without getting the cut. but just to give you a picture, i visited vera wang’s studio today to drop off and pick up some things. so you kinda get the picture.

anyways, now a lot of the boys are going to ask if it’s like devil wears prada. even some of you girls. so i’ll say yes/no.

yes,

1. i work in a fashion closet.

2. i work ridiculous hours. at 7:30 pm, she said to drop something off somewhere and that i can take the rest of the day off early.

3. they don’t explain/tell me what i have to do. “here’s the kitchen, the runway closet, the resort collection/commercial pieces closet, this is so-and-so, this is so-and-so, this is so-and-so, this is my desk… … you can go work in the closet now.”

no,

1. my supervisor isn’t mean. she’s actually new too and she realized i didn’t eat and let me take my 3:00 lunch break. but she doesn’t give me attitude or anything.

2. i don’t get to take the company card or taxis. i have to train it to my locations.

3. there is no company cafeteria and people don’t not eat.

it’s interesting because while i was in the train making a run holding a heavy garment bag, sweating, and tired… i wondered what the point of it all was. there was absolutely no meaning behind my work. and what’s interesting is, now that the day is over and i thought i hated it, i actually kinda liked it. and sure my work is kinda meaningless and doesn’t require a college degree and is unpaid, but i guess even the secretary of labor had to start somewhere… like stamping presidents’ signatures on letters he never wrote. nods to professor reich.

we’ll see how these next three months go. and cross your fingers. i might work backstage at fashion week

into faqs.

A lot of people have been asking the same questions, so here’s a compiled list of faqs and faas.

1. how are you?

i’m fine, thank you. and you?

2. are you okay by yourself?

yes.

3. what do you do by yourself?

i go around the city. i clean. i eat. i go to starbucks to steal their internet.

4. can i stay with you if i visit?

girls, yes you can. i can fit about 3 of you comfortably, maybe 4. boys… mmm… idk. we’d be in very close quarters.

5. do you miss home?

no. not really.

6. what are you going to do now?

i don’t know. i’ll let you know though.

7. do you like it in ny?

i <3 NY.

into sweet deals.

my local starbucks is having a promotion. order anything and if you bring back your receipt after 2pm you get any grande drink for $2-. so when i come back, even though i really want some passionfruit tea with 2 pumps of raspberry syrup, i order the most expensive coffee drink just to get my deal. i really wish i was sipping on some tea though :/

today, i was in soho. i love soho. for various reasons. lots of shops, lots of eateries, lots of interesting people, lots of tourists who want to look like interesting people. i guess i would fit into the latter, if i wasn’t a NYer now.

i saw a what looked like a very nice eatery and went in. it’s called bari (broadway & spring). here’s my chicken wrap & salad w/ a mimosa.

walking around, i saw an art store that was having a sale. i’ve been wanting to paint something for a while now, so i went in and bought $65 worth of paint supplies and 3 tubes of oil paint. let’s see if i remember how to use the turbentine.

on a side note: nice people live in my building. like, they’ll come back the way they came just to hold open the doors for you because you’re carrying grocery. or they’ll help you pull your luggage into the elevator. or they’ll laugh with you when you run into them again at the elevator two times in a row.

time to drink my coffee.

into changes.

i finally moved into my apartment!!

after 2 nights in the city and two nights in jersey, i finally slept at my own place. finding housing in a city where you don’t know people, you don’t have a car, and you don’t have money is no joke. but i’m happy that it’s all over. since i moved, all i’ve been doing is shopping and cleaning. luckily, a cab ride from target is only $10

yesterday, i was walking around the Bronx and i walked down Darcy Place thinking that’s where Jay-Z grew up. LOL fail.

i’ve made a couple of observations since i’ve been here, which is all but 5 days:

observation #1: in the bronx, there is a shopping center w/ target and bedbath&beyond. only hispanics and blacks shop in the former and only white people shop in the latter. i shop in both.

observation #2: contrary to popular belief, the further you go uptown does not mean you’re going further into the ghettos. for example, 108th east street and 2nd avenue (east harlem), which is closer to the upper east side and central park, is… ghetto. but 145th street and edgecombe, where i live, is actually a lot like berkeley. in fact, there’s a bunch of new developments here flooded with young professionals of all races (edited: thanks pj).

observation #3: none of these professionals are visible starting at 6pm. actually, they might be seen at a later time… maybe after eating dinner downtown, but i haven’t been out that late. i’ve been cleaning.

observation #4: last night, i heard sirens 5 times.

anyways, i was going to add pictures, but for some reason i can’t. overall, it’s a really convenient location. express subway stop across the street, duane read, bank of america, and starbucks a block away. literally, like from dwight to haste. i’ll update pictures once i’m really settled in

PICTURES!!

the last one is just a bonus of my swollen ankle. looks like i have a cankle :/