My second week at work flew by faster than I could imagine. It started out slow (as expected) but quickly picked up as I began to receive more and more work toward the end of the week. I've found that Friday, when you are trying to leave at 5:30, is when most of your work swarms onto your desk. One of the account executives took the last two days of the week off, which left me with some of her responsibilities that I would eventually take over as my own anyways. It just meant jumping into my clients a little sooner than anticipated, but it made Friday go by fast because I had no time to look at what time it was.
I've seemed to have fallen into somewhat of a routine, but the great thing about my job is that I am working with 7 different clients-- all in different industries, so on any given day my "duties" can change. It keeps me interested, and the job from becoming monotonous. I wake up at 7 a.m. after getting about 7-8 hours of sleep. I've quickly learned that anything more or less than that I am exhausted throughout the day. I've found myself going to bed during the week as early as 10:30 p.m., which I can't remember doing since the 3rd grade maybe? I get ready, eat breakfast and organize my things. I try to be out the door and on my way to the subway by 7:45-7:50 in order to make the 7:55-8 o'clock 'B' train to Manhattan. I ride the subway for 20 minutes and arrive at 42nd & 5th by 8:15-8:20 a.m. Just enough time to pick up a coffee at Starbucks, a breakfast sandwich at Cafe Europa or if I'm really running late get to the office by 8:30 a.m. I arrive in my cubicle, get situated and typically begin my morning reading with The New York Post, U.S.A. Today or Daily Variety (Gotham issue). Depending on the influx of work I'll have time to read PR Weekly or Entertainment Weekly. At this point it is usually around 11 a.m. before any of my "superiors" decide to interrupt me and give me something to do. Typically, I finish my work within 30 - 45 mins. with minimal questions. I suppose its the "new worker" ambition. I take my hour of lunch somewhere around Bryant Park and spend the rest of my day either working on something or reading articles online or in the publications mentioned above. I've been assured on numerous occassions that "this will change" due to the easing in process of a junior account executive. I say "bring it on."
Apparently, in New York (and this may be true in other cities) there is a business standard called "Summer Fridays." The concept is simple. Employees are given the option of leaving work at 1 p.m every other Friday assuming their work is complete and their teammates don't need any assistance on any accounts. The best part is you get paid as if you had worked the entire day (hence being on salary). Isn't that great? My first summer Friday is this Friday after pay day, so you can imagine my excitement.
This past 3 day weekend, aside from remembering the brave and continuously being reminded of Fleet Week (where the Navy and Marine ships are docked on the New York and the sailors get time off to roam the streets), I spent my time taking advantage of the many New York highs. I visited the enormous Bronx Zoo on Sunday and the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) today. I spent an exhausting 5 hours at the Bronx Zoo with Michelle checking out everything its sprawling landscape had to offer. The interesting about this zoo is that its animals aren't so much set up in cages, but rather are free roaming in a loose sense of the term. It was the perfect day to be out at the zoo and when you were out there it hardly felt like you were in New York. Again, its amazing the diversity this city can offer you.
Today, I spent the better part of 2 hours admiring art by Andy Warhol, Vincent Van Gogh, George Suerat, Robert Sierra and Roy Lichtenstein at MoMA. Typically, it is a $20 admissions fee, but being a Bank of America customer you were admited free. The museum was a piece of art in itself. Recently renovated it rests right smack in the middle of Manhattan and constructed with glass pane walls that give this boundaryless essence. There were some interesting pieces featured on the 6 floor + garden museum. It was also nice to do something to stimulate the mind, get some creativity back into the brain and become enlightened. I've noticed that being out of college-- it takes a lot more effort to keep your mind stimulated. After spending almost your entire life reading, writing and learning-- it's strange to not have that as part of your world anymore, so I am making a conscious effort to maintain that spark. Not to mention that I hardly watch any more television, which if you knew me was all I seemed to do. I can't really say that I miss it, but it's nice to know that it wasn't a source of dependence. It was really because there was just nothing else to do in Gainesville. More importantly, I certainly hope that being in a city as large and expansive as New York that I will never become so bored with the idea that around every corner there is something new in which to experience. For instance today, the city closed down Madison Avenue for a street fair. Madison Avenue (a.k.a. 5th Ave.) is a major street in Manhattan and it was just closed off, so that hundreds of booths and miniature tents could line the sides. It was fantastic.
This 3-day weekend was just long enough of a break to finally get back into the swing of things at the office. I find myself actually looking forward to going into work tomorrow. It will be week 3 and the excitement has yet to have faded or seem to be dying down. On that note. I bid you farewell and goodnight.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
A New Life
My Office Space:
The Office
View of Midtown 5th Avenue from Office
Pictures of my apartment.
Pictures of my bedroom:
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Celebrity
Walking around the streets of New York City can be a rewarding experience in itself. You never know what or who you're going to see. For instance, today I saw a "homeless" lady dressed in the usual garb, knee bent on a cardboard box, holding up a sign-- typed and laminated. How is that possible? Where does one homeless individual get the means, nay the funds to even print and laminate a notecard? A lot is said about consistency (I suppose its the Public Relations guy in me), but am I honestly expected to donate change when the story just doesn't seem to coincide with what you're selling? On the other hand, New Yorkers walk the streets of Fifth Avenue (where my office is), Soho (where my gym is) and the Dekalb Ave. subway platform (where I frequent to ride the train) like it's nobodies business-- and it really isn't. You'd think more than half this city were posterchildren for Banana Republic or Urban Outfitters. I fall victim to my own judgement. I mean it's great to see people actually taking care of themselves outside the normal hygiene standards. Although, by the smell of some subway cars it's safe to think deoderant hasn't made its way into the hearts and medicine cabinets of some people's bathrooms. Everyone here likes to dress up, show up and add their own personality to what they throw on in the morning. Perhaps the best thing about it is... not everyone is wearing the same damn thing as you. Case in point-- Gainesville. Chances were you and the guy next to you had the same shirt and shorts on from American Eagle or Abercrombie. Little variation and personality for that matter existed in the bubble that is Titletown.
So what's this post really about? Did I just want to comment on New Yorkers styles? Not really. It's greater than that. Allow me to paint a picture. In Florida there's the haves and the have nots. The haves make it known that they have. They flaunt it. Show it off. Ride it around. Carry it on their arm. Live in it. Talk about it. Breathe it. Smell of it. And of course never fail to remind you that they come from it. In New York there's the haves and the beggers. The difference lies in the haves desire to remain composed, humble, practical and modest about their material wealth. Sure some of the wealthiest people in the world live and work in New York. Yes, you see the luxurious side of people here, but the class distinction is less evident. It's not as in-your-face as it is in Florida. People don't seem compelled to show it off and talk about it. It's not given second thought. It's nice not to have that distinction here. It's nice to feel like a person undefined by the price tag on your things.
One of my theories is that New Yorkers can't afford to flaunt their shit-- otherwise they'll get mugged and have it ripped right out of their hands. I still don't carry my wallet in my back pocket so as not to get pickpocketed. Even though I'm sure it doesn't happen as much as this city is notorious for. My second theory is that walking along the streets of New York there is so much variety and ways of life in front of you all at once that you become unphased by the idea of something nice. For instance, a beautiful Mercedes SL500 parallel parked outside Saks 5th Avenue with a homeless bum slumped over a bench sleeping through the honks and hustling of the street just a few feet away. It's almost like life is contradicted here. You can't have too much of something "GREAT" with a reminder of something "TERRIBLE." Another example would be the beauty of the brownstones and highrises juxtaposed (I don't even know if that's the right word) with the garbage bags piled up just outside its fancy revolving doors and flights of stairs.
My point is, what has made the transition into this city so easy is that life is not defined by someone else's standards. It's really left up to your personal aspirations and limitations. It sounds like a simple concept that should be followed by all no matter what city you live in, but I feel as though it is often difficult when a standard has already been defined for you. With the individualism and personalization of this "melting pot" of a city-- it's no wonder hundreds have flock here every day. This city has been defined by the immigrants of yesteryear and the hungry hopefuls of tomorrow. That's where many other cities have a lot of catching up to do.
So what's this post really about? Did I just want to comment on New Yorkers styles? Not really. It's greater than that. Allow me to paint a picture. In Florida there's the haves and the have nots. The haves make it known that they have. They flaunt it. Show it off. Ride it around. Carry it on their arm. Live in it. Talk about it. Breathe it. Smell of it. And of course never fail to remind you that they come from it. In New York there's the haves and the beggers. The difference lies in the haves desire to remain composed, humble, practical and modest about their material wealth. Sure some of the wealthiest people in the world live and work in New York. Yes, you see the luxurious side of people here, but the class distinction is less evident. It's not as in-your-face as it is in Florida. People don't seem compelled to show it off and talk about it. It's not given second thought. It's nice not to have that distinction here. It's nice to feel like a person undefined by the price tag on your things.
One of my theories is that New Yorkers can't afford to flaunt their shit-- otherwise they'll get mugged and have it ripped right out of their hands. I still don't carry my wallet in my back pocket so as not to get pickpocketed. Even though I'm sure it doesn't happen as much as this city is notorious for. My second theory is that walking along the streets of New York there is so much variety and ways of life in front of you all at once that you become unphased by the idea of something nice. For instance, a beautiful Mercedes SL500 parallel parked outside Saks 5th Avenue with a homeless bum slumped over a bench sleeping through the honks and hustling of the street just a few feet away. It's almost like life is contradicted here. You can't have too much of something "GREAT" with a reminder of something "TERRIBLE." Another example would be the beauty of the brownstones and highrises juxtaposed (I don't even know if that's the right word) with the garbage bags piled up just outside its fancy revolving doors and flights of stairs.
My point is, what has made the transition into this city so easy is that life is not defined by someone else's standards. It's really left up to your personal aspirations and limitations. It sounds like a simple concept that should be followed by all no matter what city you live in, but I feel as though it is often difficult when a standard has already been defined for you. With the individualism and personalization of this "melting pot" of a city-- it's no wonder hundreds have flock here every day. This city has been defined by the immigrants of yesteryear and the hungry hopefuls of tomorrow. That's where many other cities have a lot of catching up to do.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
I'm from Florida
As one would imagine, being the new guy around town can sometimes be a little intimidating. You're never really sure what to expect, or how people will react. Fortunately, I've had the chance to meet and socialize with some really open-minded, intellectual and interesting people. Especially this weekend. I ended up meeting up with Chris (from London) to show him my place, and he invited me to a get together he was having with some of his friends a little further into Brooklyn. I was hesitant at first, but the night turned out to be a really great opportunity to meet cool young people with similar lifestyles and interests. We arrived to the apartment, and I had some reservations about the type of people that would be on the otherside of the heavy wooden door. I suppose its my judgemental elitist Gainesville-Bubble mentality, but I automatically assumed Chris' friends would be like Chris USE to be... fratty. To my surprise and what became delight everyone there was really chill, laid-back, indie-esque, youngin's ranging from 22-26-- including another Florida alum who happened to be a public relations major from 2004.
What's interesting is that when you find yourself in a new environment there is a wonderful opportunity to really start off on the right foot, let people know the kind of person you are and make an impression on them. You can create a persona. You have a clean slate. What's more, everyone in New York is welcoming. It seems like everyone here is from somewhere else, but in a similar sense always dreamt of making it to the Big Apple. It has been so easy, fun and exciting to jump into situations such as these without apprehension, concern or the slightest bit of worry about what to expect. Chris' friends (Lauren, Crystal, Dierdra, Burt and Tom) were hospitable and made me feel comfortable. It was nice to go into a setting where the conversation just flowed and I could use my sarcasm without being misunderstood. As with any gathering we began drinking, jamming and eventually made ourselves to the roof of the 5 story walk-up where I caught a glimpse of that all too familiar skyline so many dream associate America and good fortune with.
The city has an interesting way of steering you in many directions despite your desire to "take it easy and not drink." Its easy to get caught up in the excitement of being around people who have the ability to make you feel at home even when you are a complete stranger. It was as though I had known them for days, months or even years the way it just seemed to click without a second thought. We then headed out to St. Mark's Street in Manhattan via Avenue A and 7th Street where we met up with some more of Chris' old co-workers at a bar titled "Hops Devil" with an enormous selection of beers on tap from around the world. There I got my first taste of networking and "adult" social scene. I was one of the youngest people of the bunch, but I never for a second thought twice about the situation. I was able to maintain a conversation with a 28-year-old Jewish Venezuelan Therapist who happened to be one of Chris' friend's girlfriend. Her boyfriend was a marketing and programming director of sorts of a video gaming company based outside of Manhattan. I told him I had done PR for Edios (the developer who created Tomb Raider) and the conversation sort of took of from there leading him to give me his business card, so we could stay in touch. To my dismay I hadn't received my business cards from my job yet, but I just thought it very mature to have had the chance to actually say "lets exchange business cards." It's weird, but cool. LOL.
This weekend I've had the joy of getting to know and meet many "New Yorkers," and none have lived up to the stigma of being rude and inconsiderate. Perhaps its that this city is comprised of so many people who have migrated to the city (to use a trite term) "where anything can happen" that no one is really a "New Yorker." I've also found myself being comfortable with saying "I'm from Florida" as if it allows me to get away with a little bit more while I get acclamated to the city. The general reaction is "Why would you leave Florida" and "Do you know how cold it gets here?" or "How come everyone wants to come to New York." None are meant in a belittling way, but I suppose its easy not to comprehend the mysticism of New York when you've grown accustom to it. Again, I never want to lose the naivety or optimism I've seemed to have nourished about this city. I truly believe it is what keeps us young and keeps life interesting because without it we become cold, bitter and unimpressed by the little things that make something exciting. SCROOGE.
I'm going into my second week at work tomorrow, and I have to say that I'm looking forward to it. The weekend was great. I had my few drinks, my socializing and my brunch with friends out in Caroll Garden (think a small Maine style downtown area in the middle of Brooklyn). I asked my roommate Dara if it was weird that we both were looking forward to going to work tomorrow, and she merely replied "It just means we have really good jobs." I couldn't agree more. There's a time for work and there's a time for play. It's nice to have the weekends to "play," because the week of work makes you appreciate the leisure time even more. Here we go: Week 2
Reader's Note: As some of you (if anyone does actually read this) may know that this blog started out with my adventures abroad. It has quickly turned into my stories about New York, and an outlet of expression. I never envisioned my blog to become a source of free expression, which explains the long entries. I appreciate the time it takes you to read this because in a way I write for you to gain a better sense of where I am and where I am coming from. It's my way of keeping my friends close and in tune with the occurrences of my life. Albeit I can get a little too "EMO" for even myself sometimes on this thing. I would just hate to have a "falling out" of sorts with my friends because neither side made any effort to update one another about their lives, which leads to awkward reunions filled with meaningless conversations that leave you wondering why you were friends with eachother in the first place. I suppose my true attempt with my blog is to maintain those friendships I've come to cherish and value with friends I've made and lost, so as to avoid the occurrence of a "falling out." So thank you for reading, and I would love to hear the stories that make up your lives wherever it is that you find yourself (i.e. Miami, Washington, Ft. Lauderdale, New Hampshire or Australia).
What's interesting is that when you find yourself in a new environment there is a wonderful opportunity to really start off on the right foot, let people know the kind of person you are and make an impression on them. You can create a persona. You have a clean slate. What's more, everyone in New York is welcoming. It seems like everyone here is from somewhere else, but in a similar sense always dreamt of making it to the Big Apple. It has been so easy, fun and exciting to jump into situations such as these without apprehension, concern or the slightest bit of worry about what to expect. Chris' friends (Lauren, Crystal, Dierdra, Burt and Tom) were hospitable and made me feel comfortable. It was nice to go into a setting where the conversation just flowed and I could use my sarcasm without being misunderstood. As with any gathering we began drinking, jamming and eventually made ourselves to the roof of the 5 story walk-up where I caught a glimpse of that all too familiar skyline so many dream associate America and good fortune with.
The city has an interesting way of steering you in many directions despite your desire to "take it easy and not drink." Its easy to get caught up in the excitement of being around people who have the ability to make you feel at home even when you are a complete stranger. It was as though I had known them for days, months or even years the way it just seemed to click without a second thought. We then headed out to St. Mark's Street in Manhattan via Avenue A and 7th Street where we met up with some more of Chris' old co-workers at a bar titled "Hops Devil" with an enormous selection of beers on tap from around the world. There I got my first taste of networking and "adult" social scene. I was one of the youngest people of the bunch, but I never for a second thought twice about the situation. I was able to maintain a conversation with a 28-year-old Jewish Venezuelan Therapist who happened to be one of Chris' friend's girlfriend. Her boyfriend was a marketing and programming director of sorts of a video gaming company based outside of Manhattan. I told him I had done PR for Edios (the developer who created Tomb Raider) and the conversation sort of took of from there leading him to give me his business card, so we could stay in touch. To my dismay I hadn't received my business cards from my job yet, but I just thought it very mature to have had the chance to actually say "lets exchange business cards." It's weird, but cool. LOL.
This weekend I've had the joy of getting to know and meet many "New Yorkers," and none have lived up to the stigma of being rude and inconsiderate. Perhaps its that this city is comprised of so many people who have migrated to the city (to use a trite term) "where anything can happen" that no one is really a "New Yorker." I've also found myself being comfortable with saying "I'm from Florida" as if it allows me to get away with a little bit more while I get acclamated to the city. The general reaction is "Why would you leave Florida" and "Do you know how cold it gets here?" or "How come everyone wants to come to New York." None are meant in a belittling way, but I suppose its easy not to comprehend the mysticism of New York when you've grown accustom to it. Again, I never want to lose the naivety or optimism I've seemed to have nourished about this city. I truly believe it is what keeps us young and keeps life interesting because without it we become cold, bitter and unimpressed by the little things that make something exciting. SCROOGE.
I'm going into my second week at work tomorrow, and I have to say that I'm looking forward to it. The weekend was great. I had my few drinks, my socializing and my brunch with friends out in Caroll Garden (think a small Maine style downtown area in the middle of Brooklyn). I asked my roommate Dara if it was weird that we both were looking forward to going to work tomorrow, and she merely replied "It just means we have really good jobs." I couldn't agree more. There's a time for work and there's a time for play. It's nice to have the weekends to "play," because the week of work makes you appreciate the leisure time even more. Here we go: Week 2
Reader's Note: As some of you (if anyone does actually read this) may know that this blog started out with my adventures abroad. It has quickly turned into my stories about New York, and an outlet of expression. I never envisioned my blog to become a source of free expression, which explains the long entries. I appreciate the time it takes you to read this because in a way I write for you to gain a better sense of where I am and where I am coming from. It's my way of keeping my friends close and in tune with the occurrences of my life. Albeit I can get a little too "EMO" for even myself sometimes on this thing. I would just hate to have a "falling out" of sorts with my friends because neither side made any effort to update one another about their lives, which leads to awkward reunions filled with meaningless conversations that leave you wondering why you were friends with eachother in the first place. I suppose my true attempt with my blog is to maintain those friendships I've come to cherish and value with friends I've made and lost, so as to avoid the occurrence of a "falling out." So thank you for reading, and I would love to hear the stories that make up your lives wherever it is that you find yourself (i.e. Miami, Washington, Ft. Lauderdale, New Hampshire or Australia).
Friday, May 18, 2007
Clock Out
What do you do after you've "clocked out" from your first week at your new job? The answer is simple-- sleep until Monday and do it all over again. This week has been jam packed with so many new happenings that its almost overwhelming just thinking about it. You kind of just have to take it one breath at a time and relax. I think looking back at the week I never realized how crazy it really was for me-- I mean these past two weeks have been crazy who am I kidding?
So how was my first week? Well it's kind of weird to say this but...I really enjoy my job. I enjoy the atmosphere, my co-workers, my assigned clients and the tasks I've been assigned so far. The best part is time flies. I can really see myself exceling in investor relations. Perhaps it's the combination of the two things I chose to concentrate on when I was in college. Wow that sounds weird "when I was in college" as if I am so old. I loved the communications, writing and social aspect of public relations, but enjoyed the professional, analytical and business side of finance. My job allows me to do both. I never thought I'd see another balance sheet in my life after I took accounting, but I'll be working with them quite a bit. This week was really about gradually introducing myself into the position of junior account executive. I appreciated the patience with which my colleagues have shown me teaching me how to use this machine called the Bloomberg (which is essentially Wall Street in a machine-- and quite possibly the most sophisticated piece of machinery I've ever had to use). Also, it's nice to ease into procedures and practices. The best, however, is that this is a position that will trust me with an immense amount of responsibility. It's no glorified internship unlike many entry-level positions.
Last night I had the chance to get to know my co-workers on a more intimate setting. We rented out the 14th floor of the Library Hotel in Midtown. Apparently, its the posh hang out for Midtown professionals-- it was so exclusive we were assigned a "password" to get on the elevator, which was guarded by a bouncer of sorts. Once reaching the 14th floor we were then again asked for the "password" just in case we somehow snuck our way onto the elevator. The view from a top "The Roof Top" as it was called was incredible. Imagine being amidst the towering sky scrapers with the bustling sounds of New York in the background sipping your first Manhattan cocktail. You gotta just take it in-- how can you not?
Afterwards, I met up with my old roommate from London (Chris) and friend Raija who was in town for interviews. I had my fair share of drinks on the corporate card at The Roof Top, but the three of us decided to grab some dinner in Murray Hill (just above the Lower East Side) at Ethos (an authentic Greek restaurant). We shared some good conversation, good wine and fine food. I felt so grown up heading to happy hour then having wine over dinner. I mean within a week I've already realized a difference. I found myself actually discussing political and foreign policy. I was shocked, but it may have had something to do with actually reading newspapers and being exposed to intellectual people concerned with things other than beer and fraternity garbage.
Perhaps the best luxury of being a "working man" is that once I am home-- I'm home. There is no cause for concern about getting work done. Now, this may very well change as I become more immersed in my job, but as of now its a relief to just sit back and blogger for a bit before heading out to dinner and drinks to kickoff the weekend.
So how was my first week? Well it's kind of weird to say this but...I really enjoy my job. I enjoy the atmosphere, my co-workers, my assigned clients and the tasks I've been assigned so far. The best part is time flies. I can really see myself exceling in investor relations. Perhaps it's the combination of the two things I chose to concentrate on when I was in college. Wow that sounds weird "when I was in college" as if I am so old. I loved the communications, writing and social aspect of public relations, but enjoyed the professional, analytical and business side of finance. My job allows me to do both. I never thought I'd see another balance sheet in my life after I took accounting, but I'll be working with them quite a bit. This week was really about gradually introducing myself into the position of junior account executive. I appreciated the patience with which my colleagues have shown me teaching me how to use this machine called the Bloomberg (which is essentially Wall Street in a machine-- and quite possibly the most sophisticated piece of machinery I've ever had to use). Also, it's nice to ease into procedures and practices. The best, however, is that this is a position that will trust me with an immense amount of responsibility. It's no glorified internship unlike many entry-level positions.
Last night I had the chance to get to know my co-workers on a more intimate setting. We rented out the 14th floor of the Library Hotel in Midtown. Apparently, its the posh hang out for Midtown professionals-- it was so exclusive we were assigned a "password" to get on the elevator, which was guarded by a bouncer of sorts. Once reaching the 14th floor we were then again asked for the "password" just in case we somehow snuck our way onto the elevator. The view from a top "The Roof Top" as it was called was incredible. Imagine being amidst the towering sky scrapers with the bustling sounds of New York in the background sipping your first Manhattan cocktail. You gotta just take it in-- how can you not?
Afterwards, I met up with my old roommate from London (Chris) and friend Raija who was in town for interviews. I had my fair share of drinks on the corporate card at The Roof Top, but the three of us decided to grab some dinner in Murray Hill (just above the Lower East Side) at Ethos (an authentic Greek restaurant). We shared some good conversation, good wine and fine food. I felt so grown up heading to happy hour then having wine over dinner. I mean within a week I've already realized a difference. I found myself actually discussing political and foreign policy. I was shocked, but it may have had something to do with actually reading newspapers and being exposed to intellectual people concerned with things other than beer and fraternity garbage.
Perhaps the best luxury of being a "working man" is that once I am home-- I'm home. There is no cause for concern about getting work done. Now, this may very well change as I become more immersed in my job, but as of now its a relief to just sit back and blogger for a bit before heading out to dinner and drinks to kickoff the weekend.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Welcome to the Real World
I never envisioned my life changing as much as it has the last two days that I've entered the "real world." I must admit though that it has been pretty exciting to be a working man, commuting on the subway both to and from work, getting paid, taking lunches around Midtown Manhattan and living the fast pace lifestyle I craved for so long. It's been a week since I first arrived in New York, and it's been an incredible week at that.
My first day at work was excited as expected. I was introduced to all my colleagues-- all of which seem very nice and are around my age range, professional but friendly. I was given my "office" a.k.a. cubicle on the corner. It was actually pretty cool to have a space to call my own-- it even has a door that I can close for some privacy. It's bigger and not as claustrophobic as I would have imagined. I spent most of my time organizing my computer, E-mail account, voicemail and desk ready for when I arrive each day. I was also given my list of clients, which consist of 6 ranging from cable communication corporations both U.S. and International to a pharmaceutical company. I've been briefly briefed on what the companies do, what we do for them and what I'll be doing. The exciting thing about my job is that it seems to have a lot of variety and not much routine, which will keep my interest peeked.
The office also has a lot of really fantastic qualities and perks, which make working for a smaller agency much better than a larger one. First, the experience I am expecting to get from this position is unfathomable. The thing with smaller firms (40 or so at mine) is that they trust you with a lot more work and responsibility than the larger ones. You are not there to simply do research or photo copies. Its not a glorified internship. Also, it was a pleasant surprise to learn that it was customary for two members of the the Investor Relations team (which is the team I work on) to take me out to lunch each day of this week. Mind you we work on Fifth Avenue (not modest by any means) so the restaurants I've dined at for lunch are the kind you casually stride by while glancing at the menu and think the prices are too ridiculous for what the meal consists of, but nevertheless I've had the opportunity to dine with four of my colleagues these past two days and its been a great experience to have them get to know me and visa versa. My only problem is (and if you know me- you know this is a reoccuring problem) is actually eating fast enough to keep up with conversation and the people I'm eating with. I really have to work on cutting that "pouch" down. haha.
The most brutal adjustment has been the schedule I've been on these past two days. I've managed to get myself on a little bit of a schedule, so that I can get some kind of "normalcy" in my life. On Monday I needed to be at work at 8:30 a.m. which I anticipated being a one time thing, but apparently my hours of work are 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. assuming all my work is done. If not I could end up staying much, much later. Today (Tuesday) however I was to sit in on an earnings report conference call for one of my clients, so this mandated that I be in the office at 7:30 a.m. I couldn't tell you the last time I've been up at 6 a.m. I think I was still in high school. It's really draining. My day generally goes by pretty quickly, but there are moments when I find myself fighting off the sleep at my desk. I don't want to become that guy who becomes dependent on the caffeine fix because I'm worried that the day I stop I will be in this rage (I've heard some bad stories). I usually fight through it. The other challenge is leaving work. I get off at the same time that everyone and their grandmother gets off of work in New York and the U.S. so the subways are swamped. So by the time I actually sardine myself onto a train I am not home until 6:15-6:30 p.m. and I'm exhausted, but I refuse to take a nap because that will keep me awake until late in the night, so I've gotten a two week pass to the New York Sports Club which I tested out yesterday and was a great facility. Today, I went for a jog (its a silent 'J') around Fort Greene park just down the street from my apartment. Apparently, the guy who designed Central Park designed this park, so it was fun to go running up and down the hills to free my mind.
The rush of the city is intense and I've learned quickly that any rest you can get is appreciated and needed. I do feel a little worn out having only been here a week and trying to get acclamated to the environment, but one thing I have refused to let myself do is become tainted to the idea that I am living in New York City. This is what I've wanted since the first time I visited back in 3rd grade. Every morning I take the 'Q' train to Manhattan, which crosses the Manhattan bridge giving me a beautiful scenic shot of the famous Brooklyn Bridge, Statue of Liberty and the Financial District both to and from work. I make sure to take a glance at the scene to remind me of how fortunate I am to be living my dream (sounds so cliche). I also take the opportunity as I walk in Midtown amidst the high rises to just take it all in. I mean my life has been so extreme within the past two years its incredible and I don't want to forget how I've felt or what I've experienced. I mean I went from being at a small-town highly populated Gainesville at 20 -- to one of the most expensive cities in the world (London) and abroad at 21 -- to graduating from UF and moving 3 days later to New York City at 22. That's a lot-- and I've loved every moment of it, I'm so appreciative of every moment and that's why I feel it necessary to 1) keep this blog to remind me 2) take a moment of each day to look around and realize what I'm doing, where I am and how far I've come.
How could I not be proud of myself? Anyways, its another early morning tomorrow (and for the rest of my life for that matter) so its time for a quick shower and bed, but New York is treating me well-- s0 thanks for asking. goodnight.
My first day at work was excited as expected. I was introduced to all my colleagues-- all of which seem very nice and are around my age range, professional but friendly. I was given my "office" a.k.a. cubicle on the corner. It was actually pretty cool to have a space to call my own-- it even has a door that I can close for some privacy. It's bigger and not as claustrophobic as I would have imagined. I spent most of my time organizing my computer, E-mail account, voicemail and desk ready for when I arrive each day. I was also given my list of clients, which consist of 6 ranging from cable communication corporations both U.S. and International to a pharmaceutical company. I've been briefly briefed on what the companies do, what we do for them and what I'll be doing. The exciting thing about my job is that it seems to have a lot of variety and not much routine, which will keep my interest peeked.
The office also has a lot of really fantastic qualities and perks, which make working for a smaller agency much better than a larger one. First, the experience I am expecting to get from this position is unfathomable. The thing with smaller firms (40 or so at mine) is that they trust you with a lot more work and responsibility than the larger ones. You are not there to simply do research or photo copies. Its not a glorified internship. Also, it was a pleasant surprise to learn that it was customary for two members of the the Investor Relations team (which is the team I work on) to take me out to lunch each day of this week. Mind you we work on Fifth Avenue (not modest by any means) so the restaurants I've dined at for lunch are the kind you casually stride by while glancing at the menu and think the prices are too ridiculous for what the meal consists of, but nevertheless I've had the opportunity to dine with four of my colleagues these past two days and its been a great experience to have them get to know me and visa versa. My only problem is (and if you know me- you know this is a reoccuring problem) is actually eating fast enough to keep up with conversation and the people I'm eating with. I really have to work on cutting that "pouch" down. haha.
The most brutal adjustment has been the schedule I've been on these past two days. I've managed to get myself on a little bit of a schedule, so that I can get some kind of "normalcy" in my life. On Monday I needed to be at work at 8:30 a.m. which I anticipated being a one time thing, but apparently my hours of work are 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. assuming all my work is done. If not I could end up staying much, much later. Today (Tuesday) however I was to sit in on an earnings report conference call for one of my clients, so this mandated that I be in the office at 7:30 a.m. I couldn't tell you the last time I've been up at 6 a.m. I think I was still in high school. It's really draining. My day generally goes by pretty quickly, but there are moments when I find myself fighting off the sleep at my desk. I don't want to become that guy who becomes dependent on the caffeine fix because I'm worried that the day I stop I will be in this rage (I've heard some bad stories). I usually fight through it. The other challenge is leaving work. I get off at the same time that everyone and their grandmother gets off of work in New York and the U.S. so the subways are swamped. So by the time I actually sardine myself onto a train I am not home until 6:15-6:30 p.m. and I'm exhausted, but I refuse to take a nap because that will keep me awake until late in the night, so I've gotten a two week pass to the New York Sports Club which I tested out yesterday and was a great facility. Today, I went for a jog (its a silent 'J') around Fort Greene park just down the street from my apartment. Apparently, the guy who designed Central Park designed this park, so it was fun to go running up and down the hills to free my mind.
The rush of the city is intense and I've learned quickly that any rest you can get is appreciated and needed. I do feel a little worn out having only been here a week and trying to get acclamated to the environment, but one thing I have refused to let myself do is become tainted to the idea that I am living in New York City. This is what I've wanted since the first time I visited back in 3rd grade. Every morning I take the 'Q' train to Manhattan, which crosses the Manhattan bridge giving me a beautiful scenic shot of the famous Brooklyn Bridge, Statue of Liberty and the Financial District both to and from work. I make sure to take a glance at the scene to remind me of how fortunate I am to be living my dream (sounds so cliche). I also take the opportunity as I walk in Midtown amidst the high rises to just take it all in. I mean my life has been so extreme within the past two years its incredible and I don't want to forget how I've felt or what I've experienced. I mean I went from being at a small-town highly populated Gainesville at 20 -- to one of the most expensive cities in the world (London) and abroad at 21 -- to graduating from UF and moving 3 days later to New York City at 22. That's a lot-- and I've loved every moment of it, I'm so appreciative of every moment and that's why I feel it necessary to 1) keep this blog to remind me 2) take a moment of each day to look around and realize what I'm doing, where I am and how far I've come.
How could I not be proud of myself? Anyways, its another early morning tomorrow (and for the rest of my life for that matter) so its time for a quick shower and bed, but New York is treating me well-- s0 thanks for asking. goodnight.
Monday, May 14, 2007
My First Day
What is it about first days that gets people so wound up? I woke up at 6 a.m. ready to start my morning, and now I sit and wait a bit before I actually head out to the subway off to my first day at work. It sounds strange, but I really haven't viewed today as anything different than a first day at school, or an internship. There are no nerves, no apprehension, uncertainty, but more so anxiety to finally see where it is that I'm going to spend the next few years (hopefully).
I guess you kind of always ask yourself how do you know when you are grown up? I mean do you just wake up one day and say "I think I'm going to be an adult today!" No. I think it happens more gradually. Its almost organic and natural for you. I look at today and I realize that my lack of fear or nerves makes me feel as though I am ready for this new chapter. Maybe today was my day that I woke up and said "I'm an adult."
And when you finally do hit your adult revelation (sp?) how long until you are struck by the monotonous train that seems to speeding by with no intentions of stopping? How long until your routine becomes.... routine? I guess a big party of me is banking on the excitement of this amazing city to keep me from ever reaching the platform of that monotonous train... hell I hope I never purchase a ticket.
I guess you kind of always ask yourself how do you know when you are grown up? I mean do you just wake up one day and say "I think I'm going to be an adult today!" No. I think it happens more gradually. Its almost organic and natural for you. I look at today and I realize that my lack of fear or nerves makes me feel as though I am ready for this new chapter. Maybe today was my day that I woke up and said "I'm an adult."
And when you finally do hit your adult revelation (sp?) how long until you are struck by the monotonous train that seems to speeding by with no intentions of stopping? How long until your routine becomes.... routine? I guess a big party of me is banking on the excitement of this amazing city to keep me from ever reaching the platform of that monotonous train... hell I hope I never purchase a ticket.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Remove Your Shoes At The Door
My life has done a complete 180 in the past couple of days. Adjusting to city life has been incredible, stressful, busy, tiring, but fun nevertheless. I've spent the last few days getting oriented to the city. I'm still unsure of where I stand sometimes, but I think that's the fun in this city. I end up walking more than I have too to get my bearings, but in the end I find something I enjoy (i.e. a good restaurant or store). I've also managed to spend more money than any person should for having only been here 4 days. It still feels surreal that this is home for me now, and at times I feel as though I have to still take everything in all at once. I should really slow down, or maybe I've acclamated to the speedy lifestyle New Yorkers are so reknown for.
Perhaps my biggest adjustment has been the intensity of this city. On that note there is a misconception of New Yorkers-- they are not rude. I have yet to come across a rude person, but rather I've met some interesting people often very friendly. Especially when I need a point in the right direction. The city is intense and I can see how you can easily be swallowed up by it. You have to run with the big dogs here, and I already sense a building of confidence just from walking around. No one wants to appear like a deer in headlights-- you're just asking for it if you do.
The biggest frustration so far is the dirty feeling you get when you get back home. You don't want to lay in your bed without taking a shower. Your snot (I know its gross) is black from the dirt you inhale in the subway. Your hands never feel clean and you shuold remove your shoes at the door because chances are you stepped in something you don't want to trek into your room. I feel like showering everything I come back from the city...it is an adjustment though.
My story for today begins outside my apartment: I had just left for the morning with Billy and Jackie who were leaving for Florida. I was clean, showered and in my new white converse. I stepped out onto the sidewalk talking heading toward the subway talking to Billy. The street I live on (St. Felix) is a one way street with cars lining both sides, so when a car cuts through it has to maneuver itself through parked cars. Well two cars were driving down the road one behind the other. The car in front stopped. The car behind it decided to swerve around it to get through. As I was walking on the side walk the car made its way around the other car and sped up. It also managed to hit a puddle of water nicely positioned next to me. Now here's where it gets funny because I swore this only happened in movies. The car hits the puddle with such speed that the puddle ends up all over me wetting my entire leg, drenching my shoes and soaking my shorts. I stood there in disbelief because I didn't think something like that actually happened to people, but I'm a living testament to it. It was actually pretty disgusting because the water left on the street near a gutter isnt exactly the cleanest of waters, but I had to just laugh about it. It was a taste of what the city had to offer.
To paint a better picture if you've ever seen the opening sequence of Sex and The City (you know you've seen an episode or two too). It was just like when Sarah Jessica Parkers character gets wet by the bus turning at the end. However, I refused to let it dampen my day and I knew it would make for a fantastic blog entry. Now I know why back in the day when people used the street as their toilets by throwing their crap onto the streets...the gentleman always walked on the side closest to the street. To protect their lady from the passing horse and buggies.
Lesson learned? Steer clear of puddles and passing cars. Walk further from the street because chances are you may get sh*t on you.
Perhaps my biggest adjustment has been the intensity of this city. On that note there is a misconception of New Yorkers-- they are not rude. I have yet to come across a rude person, but rather I've met some interesting people often very friendly. Especially when I need a point in the right direction. The city is intense and I can see how you can easily be swallowed up by it. You have to run with the big dogs here, and I already sense a building of confidence just from walking around. No one wants to appear like a deer in headlights-- you're just asking for it if you do.
The biggest frustration so far is the dirty feeling you get when you get back home. You don't want to lay in your bed without taking a shower. Your snot (I know its gross) is black from the dirt you inhale in the subway. Your hands never feel clean and you shuold remove your shoes at the door because chances are you stepped in something you don't want to trek into your room. I feel like showering everything I come back from the city...it is an adjustment though.
My story for today begins outside my apartment: I had just left for the morning with Billy and Jackie who were leaving for Florida. I was clean, showered and in my new white converse. I stepped out onto the sidewalk talking heading toward the subway talking to Billy. The street I live on (St. Felix) is a one way street with cars lining both sides, so when a car cuts through it has to maneuver itself through parked cars. Well two cars were driving down the road one behind the other. The car in front stopped. The car behind it decided to swerve around it to get through. As I was walking on the side walk the car made its way around the other car and sped up. It also managed to hit a puddle of water nicely positioned next to me. Now here's where it gets funny because I swore this only happened in movies. The car hits the puddle with such speed that the puddle ends up all over me wetting my entire leg, drenching my shoes and soaking my shorts. I stood there in disbelief because I didn't think something like that actually happened to people, but I'm a living testament to it. It was actually pretty disgusting because the water left on the street near a gutter isnt exactly the cleanest of waters, but I had to just laugh about it. It was a taste of what the city had to offer.
To paint a better picture if you've ever seen the opening sequence of Sex and The City (you know you've seen an episode or two too). It was just like when Sarah Jessica Parkers character gets wet by the bus turning at the end. However, I refused to let it dampen my day and I knew it would make for a fantastic blog entry. Now I know why back in the day when people used the street as their toilets by throwing their crap onto the streets...the gentleman always walked on the side closest to the street. To protect their lady from the passing horse and buggies.
Lesson learned? Steer clear of puddles and passing cars. Walk further from the street because chances are you may get sh*t on you.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
My Arrival
I'm sitting on my bed in my new bedroom, on the new new street, in the new city called New York. It has been a long
day full of emotions, travel and hunger pangs. I've been up since 8 a.m. working to get my gear in order for my flight at 12:38 p.m. I was careful to spend as much time with my grandparents, cousin and aunt before I said my farewell. They drove me to the airport, but the goodbye was not as difficult as I had envisioned it to be. I suppose that my frequent absence being in Gainesville, and having to say goodbye before I left to London have given my family a tough exterior that makes it easier to wave goodbye as I pass through security.
I was fortunate to get on the first flight out of West Palm Beach airport considering I flew on standby. It felt like a long flight, but I think it was the anxiety to finally be home that made it feel longer than necessary. Upon arrival, I was the first to get my 3 massive suitcases from baggage claim and managed to haul them to the taxi queve. I've become quite the pro at managing large luggages and maneuvering them through metropolitan areas (i.e. London, Italy, Paris...now New York).
I jumped in the cab with an young (Indian) driver, who as luck would have it had no idea where my final destination was. My apprehension began before I even landed because I was told cab drivers could potentially scam me by taking me the long route to my apartment and charge me an absorbent amount of money for the ride. I didn't want my first experience in the city to be a terrible one, so I asserted myself as best I could as a native New Yorker. However, when he asked me the best way to get to my destination...he pretty much new I was new in town. He turned out to be an honest, hardworking young guy-- genuine. He took me to my street and the price was standard and fair. I even gave him a good tip, so the experience was nothing as I had envisioned it. The only downfall was he managed to drop me off 3 blocks from my actual apartment, so I had to lug the 3 suitcases of (51 lbs., 40 lbs, and 30 lbs.) 3 blocks to my apartment. I arrived earlier than anticipated and phoned my friend Dara (who is also my roommate) to let her know I was at the door, but she was out to eat with her parents (because they are in town for her graduation). It did give me a chance to meet my building's super-- an older gentleman white hair, glasses and the faintest hint of a New York accent. He's a scruffy guy who walks with a limp, but on first impression seems "grandfatherly."
At this time of my day its around 6 p.m. by the time I am let into the apartment and I can see my new room. It was much, much larger than I had remembered it to be, and has a great layout to it. There's plenty of room, a small closet and shelving behind the door. Hardwood floors, high ceilings and white walls make it nicer than some of my previous abodes I've inhabited. It's just large enough for me to get everything I need and live comfortably. The area is also a lot nicer than I remembered. The street is lined with renovated brownstones, recently flourished trees and is reminiscent of what most people think of as a typical New York street. The location is pretty prime too, on my way to Target (2 blocks away) I saw a Crunch gym, the Brooklyn Academy of Music, and a large indoor/outdoor mall with various stores-- and that's all just on the oneway street I live on-- Saint Felix Street.
I'm trying to ward off a bit of a cold I feel coming on, so I'm trying to take it easy tonight. It still hasn't hit me that I'm really doing this-- I'm really living in New York just as I always wanted. It's all so excited. I wish I could find a better word to describe it, but there just isn't. I mean this is going to be my life from here on out. I'm a New Yorker.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Graduation
Today is the beginning of the rest of my life. It doesn't get any more trite or cliche then that, but it really feels that way. I woke up this morning before my alarm clock due to the excitement in my stomach. I'm not at all nervous, but anxious and ready for it. I didn't anticipate being OK with the idea of leaving Gainesville, but I feel like now is the time. I've really gotten everything I could out of this city, and there is nothing left for me to experience here. How many more times could I possibly go to XS on Friday night? Grab a pint at Stubby's? Visit Lake Wauberg? This city has treated me well, and given me four years that went by all too fast but were incredible none-the-less.
Graduation feels awesome. I know I'm moving on to bigger and better things. I'm starting a new chapter, taking my first steps into the real world and growing up. That's damn exciting. It's as though this morning I've been overcome by a calming feeling. No sadness just extreme gratitude and appreciation for the time I've spent here. I can't believe it's over so quickly, but as it is said "time flys when you are having fun," and I think college is a
true testiment to that.What a sense of accomplishment and achievement one feels on a day like today. Your entire life has culminated to this event. All you've ever known, experienced and understood was the regimen of school, studying and homework. You're now expected to take the last 22 years and apply your knowledge to the world and better humanity. That's incredible. To think that after 4 p.m. I will be "certified" to provide public relations advice. It all seemed to easy.
When I look back its interesting to think of times when it seemed like too much, but then I think about how the "difficult" times weren't all that difficult in the larger scheme of things. When I look back at my experience in Gainesville I want to remember those moments I felt most inspired to do great things. The times when I came across a situation that was new to me and I let myself fall into and come out from with a fantastic story to tell. Those humbling experiences when I thought I knew exactly what to expect, but was really lost and overwhelmed with apprehension. What better experiences to keep a hold of? The experiences you tested the limits of your character and hopefully built integrity, honesty and humility.
My biggest thing is...I hope I've become a respected individual. Someone people want to surround themselves with. A positive soul. A man who values his friends, cherishes moments in time and has learned to take the good from the bad. Likewise, I hope I've been able to teach those around me a little bit about my world, my perspective and themselves. Perhaps how to be a good friend (my expectations were always high).
I've always seemed to have had a firm grasp on who I am. I struggled a few times these four years, but I think at this point there is no doubt. I've learned to look at the world and life in a way that allows me to appreciate the people in it, the friendships, the experiences and the abundance of new lessons to come.
Graduation proves that and I couldn't be more excited to start my life as a young professional. It's been an incredible ride.
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