Brooklyn Bound

Lenny has no idea what to do with me.



When he isn't giving me an exasperated look because I don't know anything about Mac computers, he seems disinterested in me being there. It's sort of a bummer because I was so excited about this internship in the beginning.



After calling out sick on Wednesday I dragged myself to the internship with the intention of making this thing work. Everyone keeps telling me that I have a cool gig. I mean besides the not getting paid to be there thing. For the most part I get to do semi-productive work in a cool loft in Soho where my boss who resembles Lenny Kravitz listens to music from the 80's. The other interns don't particularly suck and on my lunch break I get to watch the neighborhood teens play Butts Up (I swear it's a game) on the court right around the corner. In all honesty it could be a lot worse.



For some reason though Lenny and I have not clicked they way I thought that we would. He seems awkward around me while I try to make him feel at ease with my stupid musings. But not even that is working and sometimes i feel like he would rather I be anywhere else then near him where I ask questions about why the Mac doesn't have a 'My computer folder' or a visible toolbar.



Today I spent more time outside of the office then actually in it. I am hoping that this does not represent his need to not see my face. But nevertheless traveling around the city makes the day go by a lot faster. The city is infectious and on days when the sun is out and the wind is blowing you feel like you never want to leave. You forget that you can't afford the place, that the real contentious people living there are assholes and distant, and that for the most part the city has screwed you over in one way or another. You forget all of that because the accents are cool, the one guy or girl who is nice becomes your friend for life, and the city is just too damn beautiful to let all that other shit get in the way. Of course I forgot my camera and couldn't take any pictures of the places I went today or of the people I met.


It's late and I wish I could describe it all but I am exhausted. To sum my day up in a nutshell

-I flirted with an old guy (like grandfather old) who wanted to take me to Atlantic City where we would play black jack and see a show. His name was Jack and he was convinced I was his lady luck. He was nice, and it was a once in a lifetime encounter, so I didn't mind the attention.

-I hailed a cab for the first time ever. This of course was after I contemplated going back to the office and asking if I could just get the number for a cab to pick me up. I soon realized that was not a possibility and started waving my arm at any yellow cab that came my way.

-I avoided any and all roofs, but I spent a lot of time on the subway. I went uptown and then downtown and then back again. I was in the fashion district and saw a lot of well dressed people my age smoking cigarettes while wearing garbs inspired by who knows.

-I made several trips to a camera repair store where I fell in love with a guy wearing an argyle sweater. I of course was sent there to buy a $500 dollar piece of equipment but it didn't stop me from getting all nervous and weird around him.

-I received a phone call from the old guy Jack (did I mention I may or may not have given him my phone number. It's a really long story but come on, who thought he would call!). He wanted to know if I was serious about Atlantic City. I told him I wasn't sure. I'm not that much of a lady luck.

-I then was sent to Brooklyn. I took the C train to West 4th, where I transferred to the F downtown to Brooklyn. It's a whole different place. I thought people were kidding but...no. Brooklyn is different. Lenny was shocked that I had never been there. He keep waiting for me to say "just kidding I go there all the time". He thinks Brooklyn is better then Manhattan, because it's "authentic man". Whatever the case, at 6 o'clock at night when you have no idea where you are going or why there is nothing cool or authentic about Brooklyn. I was nervous because I kept trying to remember if the double homicide mentioned on the news the night before had occurred in Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, or Manhattan. Before I left Lenny was trying to find me the fastest route back to Grand Central, he knew that the G would possibly take me there but suddenly he grew serious at the thought. "Don't take the G" is all he said, "I'm serious".

I'm one of those people who needs a reason why not to do something. If there is a red button in a room and you tell me not to touch it, I will want to touch it because I don't know what the said button will do. So telling me not to ride the "G" will make me want to ride the "G". So I asked him why I shouldn't take that train and he answered with what can only be described as pure terror "because it'll take you to Queens". No offense to anyone who lives there.

It was a long trip, and I was wedged in between a guy doing a crossword puzzle and a lady reading a book. When I got to my stop neither of them were to thrilled in having to suspend both activities to let me get through. I get overwhelmed quickly and as soon as I stepped outside I was convinced that the double homicides had occurred in Brooklyn (it didn't). I got lost trying to find Matt the intern, so i could give him whatever supplies he needed. I called him on the cell and he found me standing a good block or two from the building.

I didn't get home until 8, and then I went to get dinner with Angie. I was not good company though because I kept yawning while trying to keep my eyes open. It was a busy day but very fun. Tomorrow I have to buy my mom her birthday presents ( I wish I wasn't so broke) and then I have to work from 5-closing.

Sunday is the big day. I hear it is suppose to rain and snow. A weatherman said it is going to be a 'A wintry mess". Just the way I like it. Time for bed I don't know how I've hung on this long.