Every second of every day I feel like I am going. Well, I don’t really feel like I am going….I am going. Non-stop. Like the energizer bunny. Only not fuzzy. And without a drum, though some may argue my phone is my drum because it’s always going and it’s always with me.
In the city, my life is always on green and it’s not just my life, everyone around me is always going too, so between them going and me going, I feel like I am double going, Go-Go-ing. Woah. Breathe. Use a period.
OK. I’m good again.
But can’t somebody just throw me a red? Heck, I’d even be satisfied as a yellow. I suppose this is life in the fast lane.
What? What’s that? You don’t understand why? Let me try to explain
Go to work –
Every day I wake up to go to work. I set my alarm for about 7 a.m. (8 a.m. if it’s a “go-in-at-10 day") and throw myself out of bed and into the shower. By the time I am out, I am refreshed and totally awake. I make a quick breakfast, pack my bag for work and go.
Go-for -
Whether I am at Us Weekly or Universal Republic Records, it seems as though I am always “going for” somebody else. As a lowly intern, my job is to be a gofer. I must keep my batteries fully charged so that I can go to the store, or go to pick up my boss’s coffee and food, or go to the mailroom, or go to make copies. Only thing I don’t have to do is build a wooden dam…though I wouldn’t be surprised if someone asked me to because it doesn’t even matter to them that beavers are supposed to make dams - not gophers. And let me tell you, I would build one gladly with a smile on my face because that is what an intern who wants to be noticed does.
It’s not all bad though. Don’t get me wrong. Take, for instance, last Friday.
Fly in backdrop of Time Square - where the flashes from tourists’ cameras and the lights on the billboards are always going too.
Sarah, my supervisor at Us Weekly, sends me out with a cameraman and tells me to interview “men on the street” coming out of the movie theatre in Times Square. My task: ask questions about the Sex and the City movie to get an average Joe’s feedback on the film on opening day. The mag wants to post a minute-long segment on our Web site. We are looking to see if anyone has traveled far to see the Sex and the City in the city. We are additionally looking to see if people have dressed up, if they’ve been dragged by loved ones to see the film and if they bought their tickets in advance in anticipation of the movie.
All I can say is it’s a good thing I have no shame. I run back and forth between each entrance, dragging the poor cameraman behind me, screaming, “Excuse me! Are you coming out of Sex and the City? Do you mind if I ask for your feedback? I work for Us Weekly!!!” After about eight interviews, a policeman comes up to me and the cameraman and tells us we need to leave because we are trespassing and we aren’t allowed to be filming. Though the experienced cameraman explains to him that we are allowed to be there, he tells us we can’t, so we go really fast back to the office. I must admit, though, it was an awesome assignment, especially for my second day on the job. Nothing beats a little bit of adventure (running from the police) with a little bit of fame (having people wonder which celeb you are because a camera guy is following you).
Then I go back to my humdrum life doing my usual tasks of transcribing celebrity interviews, writing summaries of entertainment blogs, going for copies, going to the mailroom and going to get coffee for the bigwigs.
Go home -
By the time I am done going for everyone else, I go for myself. I go home.
One yellow subway and 15 minutes later, I am home. I kick off my shoes faster than the brownies that Cristina (one of my roommates) made disappeared. Then, I change into sweatpants.
Go to eat -
Maybe I should rephrase. I have been cooking, so I haven’t been going out to eat. I cook with Jess. Last night we made cranberry- and apple-stuffed chicken breasts with some pine nut couscous and a salad; tonight, we prepared chicken stuffed with feta, mozzarella and olives and a side of brown rice with cranberries. It was filling, inexpensive and absolutely fabulous - wonderfully flavored with only the freshest ingredients and herbs. Even better than eating out, if you care to hear my and Jess’s opinion.
By the way, did I mention that we bought the stuffed chickens at Trader Joe’s?
Go out –
By the time the day is done, I am usually sleepy until I remind myself that I’m in New York and I can’t miss out. Come on KP, don’t be lame.
Well it’s about time I really introduce you to my marvelous roommates. Because we are all so busy during the day, the only real time we get to play is in the evenings. Cristina, Jessica, Jess and I enjoy hitting up some of the nightlife, but because the clubs stay open until ridiculously late hours here (unlike in Gainesville where “last call” is at 2 a.m.), we are learning that sometimes it’s best to save the wild nights for the weekends….when we don’t have to go anywhere super early the next morning.
That’s why last night, Jess, Cristina and I went out for a little late night sweet.Zoom in on The Bald Man.
Max Brenner Chocolate by the Bald Man. A chic chocolate bar inspired by the one and only Willy Wonka (you know this place is right up my alley!). Its menu features chocolate martinis, chocolate pizza, chocolate truffles, chocolate ice cream, hot chocolate, s’mores and its famous chocolate fondue. Can you say paradise or what? My mouth salivated the moment I walked in the door.
We three musketeer-ettes shared the fondue and gossiped like Carrie, Samantha and Charlotte until the bistro turned up the dimmed lights and started locking the doors. It was a fun – and fattening – way for us to get up and go out of the apartment.
Go to the gy…well, go to bed –
Don’t even ask about going to the gym. I would probably end up going to hospital if I attempted to add that to my go-go list because by the end of it all (usually around midnight or 1 a.m.), I am exhausted, and I pass out. Until the next day, when I have to get up and go….
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