Friends in High Places

One thing that I have now discovered in this whole job hunt- if you become friends with people, real friends- Not the kind where its a business relationship- but where you actually care about their general well being and they care about yours- you receive the best kind of support and they are willing to help you out and cheer you on.

I have made friends with the multiple companies and people who have interviewed me. The one friend who essentially has been with me since the beginning (all the way back in may), is the Human Resources lady at Hearst. I was first put in contact with her through a friend of a friend. It took a while for her and I to actually get things rolling (I would call her and she would never return my messages, so finally I had to call my contact within Hearst to ask for someone else and magically, she started calling) but once I met with her in person, she started sending me openings (part of her job I know)- but thats not the support I am talking about. She was the one who had to inform me that I did not receive the Marie Claire position and heard my devastation but also was with me to pull through it. But thats not what I am talking about either. I had an e-mail waiting in my inbox this morning from this woman- with one line, and this one line (not even a sentence) explains every point I am talking about, "YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!" With this simple expression, my face lit up! Not only was she with me at the beginning of my search and through the mud of the middle, she shows up after the fact, just as excited (well, maybe not just as excited as me, but still) as I had been to get the job.

Support like that from someone you wouldn't expect (just as the random lady and dog from the other day) really can change your day. At least it has changed mine.

Lesson Learned:

For the rest of my life, I am going to make it a point (more than it already was) to support someone who isn't going to expect it.

Peace, Love and passing on the support,

B

Decisions, Decisions.

Its official, I will begin working on September 13.. but what to do before then to occupy my time? I was staring into the mirror today, wondering this question. As I was staring, I noticed how the lack of working out was starting to show. My muscle tone that I worked so hard for this summer is beginning to fade. How do adults stay in shape? Well, let me first rephrase that, because still, I do not consider myself an adult- more so a girlperson- a species that has not evolved nor will ever make that epic turn to adult-hood. I still enjoy coloring and acting like a 12 year old, so the word adult is a little over-doing it in my vocabulary.

The question still stands, how do girlpersons stay in shape? Joining a gym is outrageous and tv exercise just doesn't do it. Running outside helps, but running can only do so much. When I was working at my internship and back in Atlanta, my mom and I would walk the dog at 6 am every morning- knowing that I had some exercise took the stress of going to the gym every day off. The problem with making it to the gym some of the times was that I was so tired, my eyes wouldn't stay open. Is this some sort of punishment for getting older? Or are there special pills to help with this- some magic potion that really worked and isn't a hazard to my health? Any adults that know more than me... please feel free to give me the wisdom. Whatever the cause, I NEED to get back into shape- there is no way around it, because my budget does not allow for me to go up a size in anything. Its just a fact of life right now. So, on top of everything else I will be exploring in the next 2 weeks, I am going to explore how New Yorkers stay in shape without joining a gym.

I am still at a road block, what to do this week. Other than get my butt back into some sort of athletic shape- I think I am going to explore the museums this week- see what interesting people I can watch there and what interesting facts I can learn. It should be interesting...

Peace, Love and Fitting into my jeans,

B

Dates...

Being in this big city and not really knowing anyone my age willing to show me around the city has been hard. But let me tell you, this boy that took me on date #1 this past Tuesday has shown me more of New York than I would have ever seen. He took me to Brooklyn park to see the skyline, Coney Island to the board walk and to Nathans hot dogs, to the worlds fair and tennis center for the us open. All these places would have gone undiscovered without the help of good old Borris...

But there is one little issue with my new friend- an issue that I would have loved to have in college. He actually likes me. He wants to spend time with me. Finally, I have what I wanted for 4 years in college, and now, 4 months later, I have it and don't want it! Who am I? The boy wants to hang out all the time- he wants to pay for me, take me on dates, show me really cool things- not because he has to, but because he wants to. I couldn't beg a boy in college to do these things for me. The reason dating is so simple right now, I think is because there are no outside opinions. No friends judging or throwing in their two cents. Nobody is getting in the way.

The issue, you ask... Well, the issue is, as great as he is.... I moved to this city to find me, to try new things, not to be tied down, to be able to do whatever I want, when I want. I came here to be 100% selfish, to peruse my goals and aspirations (which so far have been successful). By in large, I came here to live my life. There is room in my world for Borris, and it doesn't cross the lets be friends line. Unfortunately, once those ground rules are laid down, there is no going back. The dates will be done for good...Its a puzzle to figure out, one that I have never played before.

A good family friend told me once, that in relationships and dating, the women hold all the cards, no matter what. Until now, I had no idea what she was saying; where were these cards, and where could I get them, because clearly I couldn't find my deck. Well, I have found the deck, the issue now is how to hold my cards right- not lead him on but not make him hate me... a very weird line that I am playing around.

For now, I figure, my job will start soon (YESSSS!) and he is going back to school next week, so yet again, Time holds all secretes, so things will just fade away naturally and I will be let off the hook (fingers crossed).

Lesson Learned:

Be friends with those who know the city, not just the central city, but everything around it. There is no better way to learn the culture than with someone who's a native (and if they like you is always a bonus)

Peace, Love and Never Ending Dates,

B

17

Lets take a quick recap of the past 17 days of my whirlwind life so far in NYC.

1 one-way plane ticket.

34 subway rides back and fourth from queens

13 in person interviews

26 individual thank you e-mails

2 'oops' moments in the city.. wrong building mishap and not enough research..

3 dates

4 mental break downs in the city

and finally... after everything..

1 JOB OFFER! It finally happened. After all the work, roller coaster of emotions, lessons learned (and a million more to come...), tears shed, hours spent in almost every Starbucks in the city, random people met and friends made, I did it.

Let me paint you a little picture of how I found out...

So, that boy that I mentioned took me out on a date the other day, well him and I have hung out a few other times. He took me to the most beautiful view of the city on Thursday night (very well planned out and smart boy) and yesterday he took me to the park where the Worlds Fair was with the big globe. We were walking around outside just enjoying the weather. It was unbelievable; clear blue skies, 80 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. My phone rang with a 212 area code and at this point in time, I cannot screen calls because who knows who will be calling me. It was one of the women I interviewed with Hearst digital on Wednesday. She explained to me that the team spoke and they thought I was the best candidate for the position but they would like to check some references first. Instantly, I began jumping up and down on the phone, I couldn't control my body movements! I'm not sure if she could tell I was freaking out on the other end.. But I thanked her and explained I was not at home and would send them over as soon as possible. One sentence, Thank goodness for cell phones with e-mail.

I began calling my three references, just giving them a heads up that someone might be calling them and composed the e-mail, all while sitting on a bench next to the large globe. After the e-mail was sent, I figured that they would not get back to me until Monday because it was already around 4:00 on a Friday. So Boris and I walked down to the lake at the park and were sitting on a bench, and..... SURPRISE! About 45 minutes later, my phone vibrated with an e-mail from the head of the digital department, formally extending an offer of employment, TO ME!

I cried. I danced. I screamed. I laughed. I couldn't control myself. Everything I had been working towards had paid off. Possibly the greatest feeling in the world is finally getting something you have been dreaming about, and it happened to me. Not only has it happened, but in 17 days. 17 days, thats not even the same amount of days in a summer camp session.

I do have to say thank you- to everyone who has helped me, believed in me, criticized me, motivated me, cut me down, pushed me and everything in between. The people I surround myself with are the ones who make my life happen. So to all of you, thank you.

My first day in the city, while I was unpacking, a card slipped out of my suitcase, hidden in the middle of my clothes from my mom. This card was nothing surprising coming from my mom, she does the little things, the little something extra that makes you feel special (which is where I get that trait from) but what was in it is now taped on my mirror and I read it every morning to keep going.

"We are very proud of you! We know you'll be great in NYC! Be the best 'Unger' you can be, remember we are always here for you. Also remember who you are and always believe in yourself and be true to yourself. We love you, Mom & Dad."

Mom and Dad, so far, I did it and thank you both for always being my biggest fans. I am the luckiest girl in the entire world. Because of you- I am me. I owe you both more thank you's than I can give.

Life has been moving so fast- My friend, Joanna, and I were sitting on a bench eating bagels this morning and looked around at everything and where we were and our lives. The feeling is so surreal when you realize that life has really started. College was amazing- but this, real life, is happening.

Lesson Learned:

When you least expect it, life will hit you in the face- and its all happening.

Peace, Love and who knows what will happen in the next 17 days,

B

Native New Yorker

So different day different interview. But little did I know, the job I was going in to interview for had already been filled but the company didn't bother to tell me the position was closed. They were still looking for interns, so at this point, why not. The interview went well, just like all the others. Up beat, exciting, telling them why I would be best for the job and all that entails. But something very interesting happened before my interview which is the point of this post...

I was wandering around Gramercy park (I arrived about an hour and a half before my interview.. like always, would rather be lat than early) and some woman with a very cute white dog came walking towards me. Sitting on the curb eating carrots, I asked the woman if the dog was allowed to have one. I am a sucker for puppies. She said of course and we got to chatting. Went through the whole where I moved from, where I am living now, what kinds of jobs I am looking for, the usual conversation with a random stranger. Nearing the end of our conversation, the woman says, "You know, if you never told me you weren't from here, I would have thought you were a native New Yorker. Really hun, you are going places, I can tell."

First of all, I was stunned. I try to assimilate myself with my surroundings as well as possible, but in this huge city I have found it difficult. The fact that she thinks I look like a natural here was out of this world.

Second of all- This woman, who doesn't know me, has no connections to me what so ever, who had maybe a 5 minute conversation with me (for anyone who went through rush at Indiana, its like a 19 party conversation) thinks I am going places. Maybe she was just being nice, maybe she says that to all the random 22 year old's that talk to her while sitting on the curb in Granmercy park. What do I know. Or maybe this lady really did see something. But the fact is, this woman said something to me that I will remember forever.

After being a little discouraged the past few days, and feeling like life would be easier if I just gave up and picked up a waitressing job or something, this woman in 5 minutes got me back in the game.

Her kind words really inspired me to keep going and keep on trekking. Maybe not the native New Yorker part, because I will forever be a Georgia girl, but the going places part. So thank you random lady and your white dog Lilly from Gramercy- you really helped me out today. Maybe in my possible 'going places' future, I will be able to track you down and than you personally. But until then- dear lady- sending a thank you out into the void of space.

Lesson Learned:

Even small words of encouragement to a random stranger can really make a difference in their day.

Peace, Love and Forever a Georgia girl,

B

Broadway Shuffle

What happened to me today is the primary reason I started this blog. Some things that I do are just too good to be kept to myself.... Here's why..

Today I had another interview within Hearst- the security guards in the building on 300 W. 57th all know me by name, where I have been interviewing, how many times I have met with each magazine/department, where I am from and my current situation living with me aunt. The security guards are very nice and even offered to hold onto my rain boots while I was in my interview (today it was a monsoon). Basically- they are on team Brandi (one piece of advice I can give to everyone- the most important people to be friends with are: security guards, lunch ladies and janitors, if your in with them, your in with everybody. This is a fact..) There was nothing unusual with my meeting today with the security guards, I showed up 20 minutes early to give myself 5 minute chat time with them to ask how their week was going and so on. The gentleman printed my guest pass and called up to the 37th floor which I was going to. I went up to the elevator and rode up.

On the arrival to the 37th floor, I realized that it was the Cosmo floor but the other half of the building wasn't cosmo so I assumed that the digital team was there (even though the floor seemed deserted). I knocked on the glass door of the Cosmo side because that was the only sign of life. I told the man who answered the door who I was looking for, and he said "Oh no, Not again. Honey, you're in the wrong building." First thought in my mind: EXCUSE ME? He assured me that it happens all the time and that even a girl interviewing for the same position and who even interned for a different magazine within Hearst went to the wrong building. So then I felt a little better for my confusion. The comfort didn't do much for the fact that I was still in the wrong building, it was raining outside and I had 5 minutes to get there. I got downstairs as fast as humanly possible, got my rain boots from the security guards and ran my butt off the few blocks. Finally making it to the right building to a new set of security guards who in a matter of 45 seconds made friends with and persuaded them to hold onto my boots (gotta love the security).

Finally making it to the right 37th floor, the right division of Hearst and the right office. Thank goodness. I sit down in the office of the interviewer and I am sweating bullets, literally. I have to take off my jacket I am so hot and out of breath. Thankfully, the women I met with were very sweet and completely understood, got me water and after a few minutes we were laughing about the entire situation and got on with the interview.

But a few things really did bother me...

1) If this happens all the time, wouldn't you think my friends at the security desk would tell me that I was at the wrong building? It just so happens that they had no idea the office they were calling to tell I had arrived was a few blocks down because everyone has the same extension. So rule of thumb: Double check where you are going, even if you think you have been there... Surprise, you might be wrong.

2)If this job opening is also considering a past intern from another magazine within Hearst, does this mean the same thing that happened with the job I didn't get, which was within Hearst as well, will happen with this position? If they are more likely to hire from within but they are more than willing to interview from other sources, what can I do to stand out?Other than the tings that I already do. (if anybody has suggestions or answers.. please let me know. I'm stumped)

3) Finally, this not so much bothered me, but intrigued me. I did not know that its unusual to be friends with the security or other people I listed that are important. These people hold the keys to everything. Door locks, paper towels, extra bread rolls. Be friends with them.

So what Lesson did I learn today?

Double check where you are going. Simple as that. (I got the research part down before an interview, now have to know where I am going... but I pray to a higher being that I will not have to worry about this much longer, because that would mean that I go a job.....)

Peace, Love and owning Broadway,

B

On the spot Moonchild

Also, Here is my horoscope for today..thought it was very appropriate for the hopeful things that may happen within the next week..

"You have been working very hard lately, Moonchild. So hard in fact that you haven't taken any time to appreciate all the work you've done and all the challenges you've faced and conquered. It's time you take a step back and get a good look at how well you've done despite many obstacles. You may feel like the universe is out to get you, but that is not true. In reality, the opposite is true. You are growing and learning and becoming stronger through your recent trials and tribulations. All of your difficulties will be overshadowed by all of your victories."

Thank you BlackBerry horoscopes for getting me ready for the next few weeks..... and for always seeming to read my mind.

Peace, Love and Moonchild,

B

Lunch Dates

The people I have met in this city. I swear to you, I went through 4 years of college and honestly only went on 2 dates. The first one was freshmen year to Chiptloe, and his brother drove. So, really, honestly, I'm not quite sure if I consider that a date anymore- mostly just embarrassing for him and I to admit that it actually happened. The second guy I more or less dated too me rock climbing, which was perfect for me and so much fun. But in 4 years, I went on 2 dates. I have been in the tri state area now for 14 days, and already went on a date. Maybe its the water here or just simply the fact that I am getting older and more confident in myself as well as the boys around me maturing into men (FINALLY! Took long enough...). It was simple, un-dramatic (aka friends getting in the way and inserting the opinion) I did this one all on my own.

He is the life guard at my aunts pool. Met him on Monday and today I went back to throw around the water polo ball- back in the day I played for the club team at my high school- but I learned that our team played totally wrong but not a shocker, theres not much polo down in the south. After we played for awhile, he asked if I was hungry- which of course I was, I am always hungry- and he took me out to sushi. Easy as that- no drama, no worrying, just casual- what every girl wants to happen. So with that- my dating bubble in NYC has been burst. Bring it on boys.

But just a side note about the boy- Totally guido- Russian Jew- and every stereotype that we have about them, is 100% true. Then again, there are stereotypes for a reason. But he asked me before we went to lunch, "Do you think I need gel in my hair?" What kind of question is that? Your hair looks the same with or without gel- just when you put gel in it, you look like you just got out of the shower. Other than that weird question- he was very nice and was extremely int-rested in my travels up to the city and job hunts. Who knows if we will go out again, time will tell...

Time seems to hold all secretes now doesnt it? Time knows when I will get a job, time knows if i will go out on another date, time even knows what I'm having for dinner.....Oh good old time...

Peace, Love and Dates,

B

Family Crap.

There is no other way to title this rampage that I went on this morning, no nicer verbiage or sugar coating to describe it other than: family crap. I do not even have to go into the story and wont, for two reasons actually: 1) It takes too long to type and 2) honestly, its not even worth it. What is important to know although, is the crap has nothing to do with my mom, dad and brother. We are a unit and we stick together. We support each other, cheer each other on, listen to each other, and really, truly, genuinely love each other. We are not perfect, but for us, we come pretty close to perfection. I wouldn't have it any other way. My mom and dad support my brother and I and always encourage us to follow our dreams and to try as hard as we can. They are our parents and best friends. They found the perfect balance and our unit of 4 is the most important thing to me in my life.

My mom has always envied other's extended families because they seem to have it all. We were never blessed with the perfect family that lives close by, the family that has set dinners every week with 12 people and from the outside seems to have it all. But WE,the 4 of us are the lucky ones, because we actually love each other and don't need to put on the happy front, because we are perfectly content watching a movie in the basement with ice cream on a Saturday night together. It was our small unit in Atlanta- and we are it. But from my point of view, we are perfect. No need to deal with outside drama and honestly (forgive my language), all the bull shit. Smaller groups are easier for everything: friends, teams, and families. Who needs a big extended family anyways?

This is not the point at all, sorry for the rambling. The point is this: for the future, if someone you know, weather it be family or not, is perusing a dream and doing everything they can for their dreams, instead of being jealous and trying to hold them back- BE HAPPY FOR THEM. Do not be upset because you aren't half as happy as they are. Put on a smile, suck it up, and just say, "wow, that is great. I wish you all the luck."

Peace, Love and the unit of 4,

B

The City is Yalls Catwalk

To assimilate with the trends here in NYC, I have had to do a revamping of my wardrobe. Girls dress here like every second is a fashion show. They do not necessarily parade around in the Nike shorts, Hanes white t-shirts and Chacos (which are just hiking sandal's) like we do back in Georgia. Even if some of the trends are a little outrageous (like suspenders, over sized cargo pants, army boots), the girls up here can just magically pull it off. Is there some extra class in New York public elementary schools here that is called 'learn how to pull any outfit off'? If this class is still offered, I will gladly sign up.

Being here has made me very conscious of what I put on my body and to make sure I always look like I will run into someone very important.

Yesterday, I wandered into the city around 2 pm, got off the E train at Rockefeller center- with my only set plan to meet college girl friends at 7:15. From 2 until 7 I got lost. I feel like the best way to learn this city is just to explore, get lost and figure out where things are. I went into the H&M on 5th avenue and felt like I was in the epicenter of cheaper side NYC fashion. I have never been an expert shopper alone, typically affirmation from a friend or my mom is needed before purchasing anything (clearly I have an interesting fashion taste). The invention of cell phone pictures has saved my fashion life. I am able to send a picture of something that I am trying on to my mom, dad, friends, everyone and I can receive multiple opinions back on weather or not the clothes are worth it. But what I am finding now is that the style of clothes I want opinions on do not match the style back home. In this city its sink or swim and for now, I'm treading water. Not sinking nor swimming, just floating above the water until I can really pull off the looks on my own. I hear that summer is a fashion show but the real fashion, hard core style, comes out in the fall and winter- so I am bracing myself.

People that I meet keep telling me that I will need to transform myself to fit in here. To an extent I believe that, but there are a few southern trends I will never give up. And that trend is the use of the word 'yall.' Its a staple and never going anywhere. My clothes can change, my style can evolve, I can become a little more pushy, and more street savvy, but you can take the girl out of the south, but never can you take the south out of the girl.

General lesson learned:

If you wear something and it looks a little interesting, own it. No one will second guess you... especially in this city. Time for me to experiment with my looks :)

Peace, Love and Atlanta York Style,

B

New Friends, Jew Friends

In BBYO (Bani Brith Youth Organization during high school...)we always use to sing a song called "Every where you go, theres always someone Jewish." In NYC, its crazy- thats actually true- EVERYWHERE I go there IS always someone Jewish. Weather it be a Hasidim man the screams Jew power, or the classic east cost Jewish mother complete with the over sized Fendi bag, Juicy sweat suit, over sized Gucci sunglasses (I see these creatures quite often)- Jew's are everywhere. And I am finding the same trend now that I am making new friends.

I met this girl at an interview in June- her and I both did not take the job (something seemed fishy with it and we both agreed that we would be fine not accepting),but since June we have been texting just keeping up with each others adventures. She moved to NYC in June from Ohio, so a newbie too but came to the city and bunked with some friends. Did not even take into consideration if she was Jewish or not, just not something that comes into my mind when making friends (well unless you are a boy taking me out on a date.. or you just radiate the obvious). But her and I met up yesterday after I had an interview- she was shopping for clothes for an internship she just got into and one of her friends was shopping for a dress to wear to her white coat ceremony. We all had a great time, just exploring different stores and what not. Had no idea if either were Jewish, nor did I really care- I just need friends. We were standing in line to check out and talking about the ever so popular topic- meeting boys and getting them to take us on dates. One of the girls said, "Well... what about J date? One of my friends does it, its how she eats.. free meals." Hello Jewish card. After she said that, my friend from the interview said, not a bad idea, I'm Jewish too, why not. And then I chimed in.. I'm Jewish too.

3 random girls, one from Ohio, one from St. Louis and me, from GA, all three new to the city, have no mutual friends at all, or at least that we know of have this huge thing in common that we had no idea. Even before we knew this fact- we all got along, and then magically, the weird tension that you always have making new friends disappeared and we all became instantly comfortable. Crazy how that happens.

So the song from BBYO was true.... "Every where you go, there's always someone Jewish..Even in a city, where everything is kind of newish."

Peace, Love and new friends,

B

New York: Wear Deodorant.

I have calculated that I have ridden the subway 20 times in the past 9 days. Back and fourth from Queens to Manhattan. Every single time, without fail, I get stuck sandwiched between two men who always need serious showers and application of deodorant. I feel like old spice or speed stick could run the most amazing ad campaign to get people loading onto the subway to put on deodorant. Or the city of New York needs to invest in sprayers that you are required to walk through before loading any train.

It has gotten so bad that I felt physically sick today. Do I have, "if you reek of b.o.- come stand next to me because I think its sexy" tattooed on my forehead? I think not. Why can't any of the guys that I find remotely attractive and don't smell like old shoes stand next to me? I guess this is just another mystery of the city...

But in all honesty, if one of the deodorant companies doesn't jump on the campaign of Smell Good New York- I will just have to do it myself. Body spraying one smelly man at a time. I will make it my personal mission- especially if they keep standing next to me. Better smelling people are happier people.

Lesson:

If I can give men one piece of advice: WEAR DEODORANT.

peace, love and cute boys please stand next to me... and take me on a date..

B

Sunshine and Horoscopes

Well, its a bran new day. The sun is up, skies are clear blue, one rejection behind me and moving forward. Its amazing how different everything looks when you just get a good night sleep. Plus my horoscope is wonderful today (even though I do not believe fully in horoscopes, its always nice when they are positive and say something good is near when I am feeling a little meh).

"Blow your own horn.March to your different drummer. Dance in the rain. Be yourself, Moonchild. And don't allow yourself to be intimated by anyone. Now more than ever you need to express the deepest, most profound part of your soul. Someone in your world is watching you. This could be a potential romantic partner, or someone who can open the door to to an absolutely fabulous opportunity very soon. Either way, if you can show off your most splendid self, you will win hearts and wow whoever is watching you."

HELLO- IS THIS MY LIFE RIGHT NOW? Well minus the romantic partner part.. because I do not have time for that right now (although I wouldn't reject it..), but who ever is watching, I'm giving you a special whats up.

Recently I have been doing extra nice things (even though most of them I would do anyways) to help my karma- for example: Some girl on the street dropped all her credit cards and people were just walking all over when she was trying to pick them up- so common sense told me to help her. duh. Just because I was always taught to help people around me- but I was unaware that in New York is is common sense to not help because everyone has their own agenda. Or hold a door open for a group of elderly women because they can barley hold their own purses- In New York, the common sense is to push in front of them and keep going- my common sense says take the extra minute and a half to let them all out the door and to ask if they need anything else. So for these things I would be doing anyways, I figure in a time like this, a little help from the cosmic universe could never help. Plus, helping other people is always nice- just knowing their day is a little easier because I helped them lift their stroller over the turnstile on the subway, is comforting.

On to my interview for the day... Who knows what can happen today- they do call New York the city of dreams.. or something like that.

Peace, Love and Cosmic Karma,

B

Tears on 5th

You know those people on the street that your not suppose to stare at?

...The ones who have tattoos on their faces...... look like they haven't showered in weeks..... and the 22 year old girls crying, with makeup running down their face, on 5th avenue, alone and clinging to their phone for dear life like its their lifeline?

Yea, that third one was me today.

Today is what I like to call the roller coaster ride of emotions. I went to bed thinking by the end of the week, maybe these interviews will be over. Maybe I will have done the unthinkable. Maybe, just maybe I will have a job. I saw the glimmering light at the end of the unemployment tunnel. And in one simple e-mail, that light turned into a massive hurricane.

The one job that I really thought there was a solid chance- had hired from within. After 3 phone calls to my parents and about 7 blocks, I realized that there is no fighting the hire from within- if it were my internship and they didn't hire me- oh would there be a problem. But then again- its not where I interned and its the job I really had my heart set on- so the fact still stands- I am unemployed and some other girl got the job I fantasized about. But honestly, what I was most upset about at the time was the rejection. My dad compared this to freshmen year sorority recruitment where I was cut from every house I loved because I asked how many Jewish girls were in each house (now looking back... bad idea- but at the time, it was something that was very important to me). The rejection I took during the process was devastating. All I wanted to do was curl up in a corner and cry.. which is exactly what I did. But in the end, I ended up exactly where I should have been the entire time. That feeling of rejection was how I felt today- So after I got myself to stop crying for at least 10 minutes I wrote "thanks for the interviews, I suck and I still want the job even though you rejected me" e-mails to the people I interviewed with (which on a good note- these are beneficial to write... not only does it show them you would still kill for the job- it keeps your name in their minds... just a tip).

My life tends to work like this you see. I have my heart set on one thing- and I push full force for this one thing and when it doesn't work out- there is always another option that was always around but did not consider at first, and ends up being the best in the end. After I graduated college with my major and minor-multiple positions in my sorority- a successful part time job- a full summer of an internship and a pretty good looking resume (in my opinion and the opinion of one of my best friends who re-did it for me), I thought life would get a little easier. I thought my trend of going from point A to G to Y and then finally to B were over. Obviously not.

But just to top off the roller coaster of emotions- once I got myself together was able to stop crying and ignored my moms idea of going to get ice cream (because lets be honest- I had Carnegie deli where I ate about an entire pound of pastrami yesterday and steak for dinner.. the last thing I need in my system is ice cream...), I went into an office of a friend of my parents and just talked. I just needed some direction and someone to just sit with me while I cried- and thank goodness I did. I had never felt so alone and just sitting with someone helps. Once I left his office after about an hour and a half of talking, I received this e-mail from another company I have been interviewing with,

"It was great meeting with you yesterday. While we still have more people to see in the next week or so, I felt it was important to let you knowhow well you did. In fact, I can tell you at this point, you are our lead candidate. As we finish up initial interviews and figure out what the next steps are, we will definitely keep you posted. In the mean time, if you do decide to pursue other opportunities, can you please let me know."

What show am I on?? Candid Camera? Did I sign a contract in my sleep or one crazy night during college that allowed a TV show to follow me? Becase this cannot be real life. But... It is.. so life is moving on. As fast as summer storms pass in Florida... I am on to the next..

So lesson learned today:

Wear waterproof mascara if you are going to cry during the day in the city.. or at least bring sun glasses.

Peace, Love and Rain Showers,

B

You own the whole block??

Researching the company you are interviewing is always suppose to be the first thing you do before you even step foot into their door... Because of the mass volume of interviews I have had, the researching is still completed but obviously in not the amount of detail as it should, and here is why...

I had an ad agency call me up for a media planning position a few weeks ago. They set up an interview for when I moved up to New York and that was great and all minus one fact- I have no desire to really work on the agency side- I want to explore the publishing side. So clearly I was not totally sold on the position but I figured, its a foot in the door, why not just go in for the interview, what could it hurt? I did a little research on the company the night before, pulled up the address and the directions needed to get there and went to bed.

That day, I also had a second round interview with a publication that if they offered on the spot, I would say yes and kiss the ground, and for this fact, I dressed for my second round interview because they had already seen me in my suit. I was wearing black pants, skinny belt, silk shirt and heals. For a second round interview I still looked business type, but more fashionable, which was the look I was aiming for. When I got off the subway at my first interview, I walked the 9 block trek from the subway to their building. Frustrated at that point because I got all sweaty, I started looking for their building and in no way wanted to deal with a door man. I'm looking, looking and finally find the building. I walk in the front door, expecting it to be like every other office building for them to have to buzz me to the right floor......

BUT NO.

They owned the entire building. The company is one of the top 3 ad agency's in the world with offices all over the world, and here I was, not in a suit, sweaty and flustered. I called my mom and had her re-research the company. Her response, "Leave, find the nearest clothing store and buy a suit, you need to look good for this. It's a big deal."

I do not think I need to go into detail about the rest of my little disaster. But lets just say, $100 dollars and a few hours later, I walked out with a second interview... The ending of the story to be completed....

Moral of this and Lesson Learned:

DO THE RESEARCH. Or at least find out if its a major company.. simple rule.

Peace, Love and Suiting Up,

B

I could start an interviewing school...

So, I have come to the point of my job search process and interviewing process that enough is enough. Since I arrived in NYC a week ago today, I have had approximately 12 interviews. 10 of which I have been to multiple rounds for. This is not a post to brag or say look how many interviews I have had. This is a post to say that how much longer do these companies need to meet with me. I AM TIRED OF TALKING ABOUT MYSELF! My answers in every interview are the same. To make life a little easier, I might invest in a tape recorder and just play it so I do not even have to think. But this is not the sad part, the sad part of the entire situation is half the people from the companies have no clue how to run an interview. Case in point, in an interview today- I was pushed through to meet with 3 people in one day. The second person from this company flat out said- I do not know why I am running this interview, I'm not sure what they want me to ask you. So being the take charge individual that I am (and recently very skilled in the interviewing business) I said- don't worry, I'll tell you everything you need to know. At the end of my interviewing, she said one thing- Wow, your really good at this, wanna take my job? OF COURSE I DO! What kind of question is that. I'm thinking that if this who real job in an already established firm does not work, I'm going to start an interviewing consulting business. It will teach people how to conduct themselves in interviews, how to network, how to get interviews and for the other side, how to run interviews. Its a thought...Hopefully life will not come to that quite yet and I will have a job by the end of the week. Fingers crossed.

But on another fun networking note. I was sitting at lunch yesterday after a crazy morning at an interview with a top ad agency in the world (which I was unaware of and a whole other story in itself, will write about it in a different post.. but back to the story...) and had a grandmother with her grandson at the table next to me. This woman is everything you would imagine a New York socialite grandmother to be- loud, accient, pushy, and loves her grandson more than air itself. I complimented her on how adorable her grandson was, just because, with no intention of actually talking to her... But boy did I get a surprise. Turns out her daughter is a big shot in the PR world and once the mother found out I just moved here from the south, was Jewish and looking for a job- she worked her magic. She gave me her daughters information, called her on the spot to tell her I was going to contact her- the whole deal.

Moral of the story- CARRY YOUR RESUME EVERYWHERE. thankfully I had it on me for her to take with her.. But come on!! this was amazing!

Lesson Learned:

Everyone you meet has a story... and everyone has connections.

Peace, Love and Fingers Crossed...

B

The Subway is for Poor People... really.

Today, after finally waking up with a massive hangover and making the trek back to Queens from Manhattan, I made it back to Manhattan to Central Park. Met up with some friends from college and basked in the sun and people watched all afternoon. I cannot remember a time that I have seen so many people in a grassy knoll just enjoying themselves. A little kid was having his birthday party at the bottom of the hill and all his friends were having the time of their lives. Nothing better than hearing little kids laugh (in my opinion). As we were chatting, one of my friends told a story about why her boyfriend refuses to take the sub way. He proclaims that the sub way is for poor people who cannot afford a taxi or their own car. As I thought about this, a revelation hit, maybe it is true- I for sure cannot afford to take cabs right now. She continued telling how the one time she forced him to take the subway, there were 2 homeless men sleeping on the subway- SO OF COURSE his point was proven true.

Even if the subway is for poor people, who cares- its get you from point a to point b without traffic jams and you see some amusing things that can only be seen on the sub way. For example, where else would you see a clown with a dozen balloons other than on the subway on the way to work?

Lesson # 5:

Although cabs might be more posh, I take the subway if not only for the stories.

Peace, Love and balloons,

B

Cowboy in Queens

I have heard that you see new things every day in NYC. Not until day 3 did I become a believer. Today while walking out of a store with my aunt, a man with a cowboy hat and flannel shirt came trotting down the road on his horse... On top of that, the horse decided to use the middle of the intersection as a bathroom... Even down south one does not see these such things.

Other than the cowboy encounter, today was a successful day. I conquered finding a second round interview outfit for Marie Claire. Gotta look on my A game for them. Spent a few hours in gap and then learned about NYC winters. How a pair of knee high boots are essential and a pair of stylish, lined rain boots are necessary. Both of which I achieved in purchasing. Maybe with the hopeful jobs I will be able to afford more of the trendy and stylish clothing that are crucial for living in this city. But only time will be able to answer that question.

Lesson 4:

Even if it isnt comfortable, if its in style, remember, its New York.

peace, love and cowboys,

b

Queens and the F train..

Well, I am here. Survived first trips on the subway. Came away from day 1 with stories like a guy licked his own armpits (which was impressive), a man asked why I was crying (which I wasn't) and then proceeded to try and pet my hair (in where I ran fast). The city smells just like everyone said it would and moves just as fast as everyone said it would. But the most interesting thing I have found, no one really mentioned that most people you speak to are more than willing to give information- I have met the most interesting individuals- from Hells Kitchen to Park Avenue. When I just start talking, no one has come across rude or cold, they all seem like they want to help and want to show me why New York is the best city in the world. Will I ever agree that the concrete jungle is better than open grass and southern hospitality? Probably not, just because southern nature is in my blood. But for now, will the city get along with me? Time will just have to tell.

Interviewing is going really well. Have 5 set up next week and getting to the point of the process where it gets down to the nitty gritty. Either they are going to offer me a job or not. There are a few different places with open opportunities for me- and hopefully in the next week- a dream job (or any job) will come down my way.

Peace, Love and the F train

B

Hellooo New York... well almost..

It has finally happened! I am here. After a few hours of cleaning out the room that was suppose to already be cleaned out and a trip or two to the store, I am unpacked and ready for what the city has to throw at me... Well almost at least. This morning when I left Atlanta, my parents became empty nester's and I became a nomad. As wonderful as my aunt has been about this whole, 'come stay with me for free' deal- she forgot to mention that her house was a complete disaster. There are things in this house that should only live in nightmares. The room that I cleaned out to live in has most likely not been touched since my cousin moved out... about 15 years ago..But none the less- like my brother said, I am getting what I paid for.. which happens to be free, so beggars can't be choosers.

I have 2 interviews tomorrow.. just jumping right into the shark tank. Nothing in college I think can prepare anyone for the craziness that occurs in the real world.

Lesson #2 I have learned in my little adventure:

Always expect what you pay for. If you get something cheap... its going to be cheap.

Peace, love and dust mites,

B

Already Learning...

So now that the time is quickly approaching for my big move, I am learning things about myself. For example, I like my stuff. I do not care that I have 3 different colors of the same shirt. Options are what make getting dressed fun. Soooo comes up a problem. WHERE TO PACK EVERYTHING!! Shipping all my stuff is gong to be the answer because let's be honest.. If I get the jobs that I want, the array of clothes I own are going to be needed (and a little shopping is going to be in order).

This brings me to my first lesson about myself in my blogging adventure:

1) I am not a minimalist, and that's ok. Everyone has their stuff, some more than others and clothing is something I cannot get enough of. Consequently, my mother is the same way. Assuming the NYC life is what everyone says it is, COMPACT, I will be living in an apartment or studio the size of her closet.. but time will tell.

Back to packing... More to come :)

Peace, Love and Stuff

B