It's raining and it's Snowing!

I just woke up to rain, snow and heavy winds. Winter has arrived people.

I live in a old colonial house. The floors are hardwood, there is a old heater in my room and everything creaks. Everything. I actually like this because I am a hug fan of antiques. I would rather spend money on used books and antique furniture then buy literature from the store that I work at or even order things from Ikea. I like things with a little wear and tear. It soothes me in a way.

The moment I walked into this room and heard the sound of the floor creak beneath my feet I was in love. LOVE. The first night there was a thunderstorm and the wind was blowing hard. The Landlord but up some lace curtains before I moved in. And that whole night all I could hear and see was the sound of the windd smacking against the window causing the lace to rise and fall like a skirt.

I can't believe I have only been back for a week and a couple of days. My room is still just a room (I have no funds to do otherwise) and I am getting use to the silence. Though the week home was amazing, it has left me in a financial crunch. I am counting down the days until friday when I finally get paid and I won't feel as broke. I have gotten creative with spending money in the last week, it is now a "lets see how little I can spend at Target" game. Target is winning and coupons might become my new friend.

I realize that if I wish to stay in new york I will have to get a better job. It's weird. Yesterday I went on an interview for another internship. I applied to this gig a year ago but did not get the position. While I was home I saw a craiglists ad for the same internship. Trying to be protective I thought "hey why not apply again. It can't hurt". But I was surprised when he actually called me a couple of days ago and wanted me to come in for another interview.

I debated this for a while. I mean yeah I applied but do I really want another editorial gig Do I really want to potential work for a guy who didn't see me as the person for the job the first time. But yesterday I made my way into the city (and got lost for 20 minutes ) and had a successful interview with this guy. I admit it, I fudged up horribly during the Nonion interview. I was trying to be too affable and that crashed and burned. Though I am easy going, I understand now that I should probably save my personality for after I'm hired because they don't want funny on the spot. They want to know if I am capable.

And yesterday as I was more than capable. I was damn right overqualified. After I filled out an application we went to a corner and discussed the basics again. He wanted to know what I have been doing since the last time he saw me. This is where I inserted all of my internship experience. He seemed impress that soon after he REJECTED me (biter much) that I got an internship with a director he is familiar with. He sat back in his seat and raised his eyebrow when I mentioned the French guys name. "I know him he did the 9/11 documentaries" "yep that's him" "So you. Like. Actually worked with him". "Yeah"

Then I started talking about the 'production world' and what movies I worked on and he wanted to know the names so I gave them to him. And then I talked about my publishing internship which also raised eyebrows because he is trying to become published. He wanted to know about all of that crap and I was knowledgeable. It was as if I had the Crazy Lady and the French guy sitting next to me, each nodding in approval that i had taken something away from their internships.

It was then as I was going on about what I did at those places that I felt too qualified to be an intern there. I mean I am getting to the point where I may be too qualified for a lot of these internships. I should be able to look for a job now. I mean a paying one and I don't understand why I do not have a job yet. Just one real one so that i don't have to keep playing "where am I not going to eat today" game. It sucks being broke.

He said he would get back to me in a few days. I am sort of ambivalent about getting it or not getting it. I want a strong resume, and in a sense I am beginning to feel like I have one. There was this radio internship I was going to apply to. It's something I have never done before but I could learn about broadcasting. We'll see.

I am tired, hungry, and the only items to my name are some prayer flags and my laptop. I am beginning to feel like that broke starving artist. Please Friday, can you come an get here already.