In chronological order:
Monday
- Sent my resume & online portfolio directly to a creative director of an agency, lucky me, I have an inside connect. We discuss skills and pay rates throughout the day. Our conversation ends on a good note, she asks when I can start, I say Wednesday.
Tuesday
- I hear nada, but I make plans with my girl to get stupid. Tuesday EOD, I get a call from my connect (i.e. cousin) that I have work the next day.
- I go BALLS OUT celebrating at two bars and two clubs, the last one being the MOST CRACKIN' club I've been to during my entire NY life. Crackin', its Tuesday.
- I get four hours of sleep.
Wednesday
- Lucky me, I wake up sans-hangover.
- Survived work due to a mixture of trap music, coffee and adrenaline.
- My connect (i.e. cousin) takes me out to celebrate my first day by buying me Old Fashions at his favorite after-work spot. #swank
- Went to a dinner party in Willamsburg. I drank some more, wine.
Thursday
- Was FULLY introduced to agency life. I had project and account managers approaching me every hour based on their EOD deadlines.
- Had plans to get stupid again. Went out to a bar. Had to stop a fight between my girl and some drunkard. Went to a club. Had to get in between my girl and another girl from getting into a fight.
- I was completely sober.
- I got four hours of sleep, again. It was NOT WORTH IT this time.
Friday
- Coffee is my best friend. Somehow I make it through the day...
- I go home, eat something super unhealthy, watch HULU and KTFO before 11pm. THANK GOD.
Saturday
- I hibernate until the very last minute I have to get up and get ready for my cousin's birthday.
- We hit up St. Marks for korean fried chicken, soju and karaoke.
- Instead of going home at 2am like a sane person I decide to go to a club with girls who were extending their night. I end up dancing with a cute dude for 15 good minutes before I realized he has the same name as ex-MR. Haha. #AUTOFAIL
- I get home at 4:30, just another Saturday in NY. Fuck. Its killing me. SLOWLY.
Sunday
- Jesus is back.
- I feast. 2 donuts. Unlimited sangria brunch. 2 cookies. Good company and church.
I was TIRED from the week and I started this week TIRED from the weekend. My liver is slowly dying. I am slowly killing myself with late nights, alcohol and an obscene amount of coffee to try to counteract everything I am putting my body through.
I am only seven weeks in. I love my life.