Stuff

As always, the weekend flew by. Saturday I laid out poolside at the East Bank Club which is a rich person's club downtown. I must say I was disappointed with the size of the pool. For a nice club, it was rather small. The public pool I go to is much bigger albeit flooded with kids. The sun deck was nice--they actually had chairs. I also liked the smoothie bar. Walking through the parking garage, every car was either a Mercedes or Beamer or Bentley. I kept thinking, will one of these people adopt me? I don't want a sugar daddy or to marry rich. I just want a rich family to adopt me and spend oodles of money on me. I could be their charity case, yunno? They'd be supporting the arts and they could tax deduct it. Any takers? Saturday night I went to yet another street fest. I'm getting sick of the drunken douches at these events. Sunday I worked the gay pride parade. Time Out had a float and I got to walk along and pass out magazines, leis and t-shirts to rabid individuals. It's like, calm down. At one point we were walking along and people kept touching me being all grabby. I don't like that. Then someone supposedly got ran over by a float (how that happens I have no idea) so the parade basically was over. Then it started to rain. Awesome. I liked the gay guys wearing the shirts: "I Fuck Men." At least they're honest. Last night I saw the new Pixar movie, Wall-e. I can't remember the last time I saw a Disney movie, but I liked it. It reminded me of everything from Short Circuit to ET to Idiocracy. The animation was incredible.

So tomorrow is officially my last day at the internship. I haven't even begun to wrap my head around this. I've been there for about 11 months. That's almost an entire year of my life that's ending. I keep thinking I want something good to come from all this, yunno, like a cool job, but I'm not sure especially when everyone I know keeps getting laid off. If I'd done the internship say two years ago, I'd probably have a good job now. But with the economy the way it is, who knows. I'm really sad about the internship ending. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. But at the same time, it's not like I won't see these people anymore. I'm still doing events and there's Saucony and freelancing and I always run into the staffers everywhere I go. It just won't be the same. I'd rather not think about it now.

On Friday, I had an interview and I don't think it went that great. They asked me questions like, "where do you see yourself in five years?" I mean, 5 years? I can't even plan a week ahead. Then they asked what my greatest accomplishment was and what motivated me--standard stuff like that. I don't want the job but I know I need it. Then again, I didn't spend a year of my life working in publishing just to get a job not in my field. But, we'll see.

I have to move in a month and still have no idea where I'll be living. Sometimes I feel like I have too much on my plate to deal with. It's all eventually going to pile up on me. I'm glad it's a holiday weekend coming up. Hopefully that'll give me a chance to relax and think about what my next move is.