Serious Business

So, I've come to the conclusion that when I wait this long to post something, I kind of forget the things I did since my last post.  But in all fairness I am really busy.  Yet somehow I still manage to waste an unbelievable amount of time surfing the internet.  It's the conundrum of my generation.

Anyway, I do know this: I started my internship at Skyhorse Publishing this week.  So far, it's been really enjoyable.  I'm doing so many different things.  I'm updating spreadsheets for the sales department.  I've looked through about 100 out of 350 manuscript proposals--really I only printed them out, but in the process I got to read them.  I've done a "reader's report" for a book about solar homes and green living, which essentially is me giving my opinion about whether we should take on the project.  I've compiled ancient vampire stories from multiple documents into one.  I've searched and downloaded images for a surfing reference book.  I've also gotten the boss coffee and a bagel, sorted through the editor's receipts and helped to re-organize the book shelves in the office.  All of this and more in a 19-hour-week.  All-in-all, I really really like it.  I don't love it yet. But I really like it.  The office is fairly small and the atmosphere is pretty casual--jeans are acceptable.  It's okay for me to listen to Pandora as I work. And everyone is generally pleasant and kind.  So, yeah, I like it a lot.

I've also started training at Emack & Bolio's, which is an ice cream and coffee shop.  Um... well.  Let's just say I'm more excited about my unpaid internship.  I say this because my boss is a sexist, stingy lesbian, whom I cannot stand.  The shop is really cute and the food is really good (according to her it's perfect.)  But my boss is trying.  She is seriously the cheapest person I have ever met.  She scrapes the 1/2 a teaspoon of ice cream from the lids of the tubs because it's like what ten cents?  She scrapes the chocolate off the dipped cones until there is hardly anything left.  I was yelled at on my first day for "wasting" a 50 cent cup.  She is anti-franchises.  She constantly bashes on Starbucks.  Which is all fine, but pair that with her condescending and patronizing attitude and it becomes a little hard to bare.  She is also extremely sexist.  The only reason I mention that she is a lesbian is because it helps you to understand the amount of discontent she has for the male population.  She currently has one male employee that was working with me and she just treated him like he was an idiot.  When he went to make copies of the menu, she told him "don't go to the men, they never do it right."  I was warned about her sexist attitude before hand but I never imagined it would be this severe.  Out of the men that came into the store that day, she really only was overly-pleasant with a regular who, you guessed it, is gay.  Oh and also, she is unbelievably needy.  If you don't answer you're phone or call her back, I swear she has a panic attack.  Before I even started training, she called me probably 3 times a week.  Many of the calls were completely unnecessary. I mean, I could go on forever about her, and I've only worked with her for 4 hours.  But I'm trying to remind myself that I'm getting paid, an extreme 8 dollars/hour that she almost fainted over when she read it on my application.  And that in all honesty, I can quit if I really hate it.  However, I haven't bought a single shoe or article of clothing since I've been here and that needs to change soon.

Hopefully tomorrow, actually. Since it's president's day and I don't have work or class, I'm planning on going thrift shopping in Brooklyn.  But really, thrift here doesn't mean 5-dollar sweaters it means the average 20-dollar sweaters, because normally they are like 50 dollars.

Besides the internship and job, I've been trying to keep up with homework (and doing a really good job of avoiding it,) going to a couple of plays, and just hanging out waiting for the weather to get better.  We had a BEAUTIFUL day on Friday but it's back to being frigid.