The NY Life: Of an Intern

You know how sometimes, you just have a DAY? Yup, that was me last week. I started back to school which means 8 AM classes every day and work until 8 PM. Ugh. Wednesday I had class from 8-9:15 and I had a phone interview with a designer for FN at 9:45. Should be enough time to get from my school in downtown Brooklyn to midtown east but the trains did not work in my favor. I got out at 42nd street at 9:43.

Obviously, I panicked and since I still have this stupid boot on, I can't run and the office is a good 10 minute walk for a normal person. So, I looked around for a Starbucks (it's midtown-there should be a million!) so I could sit and write since I'm obviously not planning on recording it anymore. Of course, I found the one Starbucks that doesn't have seating! I was running around as quick as I could because I don't want to be late for my call!

Where did I sit? On the floor in Grand Central. Gross. And I had a birthday party at night so I'm wearing a fancy red dress that is now covered in dust and crap from the floor. I called the designer (a legwear CEO) and she didn't answer! I leave a message and wait on the floor for a little. A cop comes over and says that I can't sit there. Seriously?!?! Do you see what a mess I am? I get up and start to walk to the office holding my pen (Hello Kitty-all I had in my bag) and my notebook just in case she calls and I'm all tangled in my necklace so I pull on it to get it right and it BREAKS.

OK, no big deal it's from H&M, but the beads go all in my bra and down my dress. I'm in front of Grand Central with beads falling out of the bottom of my dress. I'm trying to get them all out and hustle to the office. Then, a woman stops me in front of the office to tell me that my dress is up in the back. I had just flashed 3rd Avenue for 15 minutes.

I'll spare the rest of the details, other than to say that I'm sure my co-workers thought I was nuts. The first time I went to the bathroom, beads came flying out of the stall.

I'll try to blog more so we can laugh, instead of me crying, at my crazy days!

"I’m absolutely ordinary — well, except for bad things like all the near-death experiences and being so clumsy that I’m almost disabled."

*ANYONE know where that quote is from? Come on, people!*

OUCH. I can't believe I hurt my ankle again. I'm seriously so lame. I don't even know how I did it! I vaguely remember twisting it but I mean, that happens a lot. I went to the doctor and they don't think it's fractured, just did something to the ligament. I wore my Toms today because my foot is swollen and they're roomy and comfortable but apparently, they're terrible for my feet. I have to wear Nike's to work tomorrow and I have no idea how to make them cute. It's too hot for my Lulu pants-they're so thick. A skirt and gym shoes? Gross.

At this point, the pain is ALMOST worth looking like this. (Note: This is an actual pic I took in Forever 21 today. Sorry it's sideways.)

I have super dorky Merrell's that I can try to work; at least they're like fake cute. Tell me: How do you make comfort and fashion work together?