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Once again, it's been a month. My update, then, is pretty long, so I've separated it again into bits and pieces. Enjoy!
Is good, for the most part. The honeymoon period-- which was odd for me at this job, since it was so overshadowed by me recovering from Galley and praying not to get fired-- is over, so there are some days when I get frustrated and other days when I really like what I'm doing. That's natural for everyone at a job, I'm sure. My bosses include me in the creative process more, but sometimes projects move too slowly or get sidetracked or bogged down in bureaucracy-- which, again, I'm sure is normal, but I'm less used to it because this is my first job. But I try not to get too negative. It hit me the afternoon before we all went to Lubin House and I was telling David I was excited to see my peers and professors. "Yeah," he said, "Plus, you're a designer. At a firm in New York City. You're not waiting tables or something like that." That made me realize I should be really grateful for what I'm doing in the grand scheme of things, even if the every day can sometimes get frustrating.
Is officially a college graduate! (I joke that my puppy has finally passed obedience school, hehe.) He's working at the hotel in Syracuse and living in his apartment until his lease runs out at the end of June. He's applying for jobs in New York City and some other places nearly every day. He had a phone interview with a music publisher that's located ten blocks from my office. Naturally, I'm keeping my fingers crossed, but I'm trying not to get my hopes too high, considering how long it took me to find something here.
A few weeks ago, Sara confided in me that she was not happy and that she was going to ask Carlos to leave by June. The next thing I know, she's broken up with him and he's refusing to leave. The floodgates of resentment opened, and I found out all sorts of unsavory things about him that, had I known ahead of time, I would not have agreed to live with him. But hindsight is 20/20, and I couldn't have known any of it anyway because he kept most of the worst stuff to himself until recently. But thankfully, he's gone now-- though he tried to stay until the beginning of June originally. Sara finally snapped after he harassed her even more and threw him out for good. I was in Syracuse at the time for the aforementioned graduation ceremony, and I'm so thankful I wasn't around for the final showdown.
The good news is though that the chaos has settled down and things are now quite pleasant around the apartment. Plus, the even better news is that Evan and I signed a lease about a week ago for our own two-bedroom just a block away from the building where I'm living now. It's smaller than this, but cheaper, and there was a feeling when I walked in to look at the place, like, "Yes, this could be home." It was nice. Evan came up to sign the lease and other papers, and we did a video tour of the place for his parents. It was sweet: "Here's Brianna's room-- and here's Brianna. Say hi!" It felt real, like I'm finally settling somewhere.
Much the same as it has been since moving here, but more comfortable. Janet and I go for bagels on weekends, Kate and I have lunch every Friday, and there's always someone planning something for after work. My birthday was a lot of fun because I got to see some people I hadn't seen since graduation or even before that, and at Lubin House the same thing happened. It's nice-- I feel like I'm really beginning to settle in to an actual life here, and that the friends I made in college who are here will continue to be my friends, and those friends who aren't here will always be welcome to come visit so I can show them around the city where I live. And soon I'll have another addition to the group in Evan, who will be my roommate in a little over a month. And possibly Carolyn, who is staying with me next Tuesday because she has a job interview on Wednesday. And like I said, I'm crossing my fingers that Chris finds something he likes, too.
A couple weeks ago on a Sunday, I slept in and then Kate, Kate Gaffigan and I went to the American Museum of Natural History for a special exhibition called the World's Largest Dinosaurs. We spent hours there and in the adjacent dinosaur fossil rooms, and then went down to see the gemstones, walking through exhibits about evolution of humans and the creation of the solar system. Afterwards, we went to Shake Shack for burgers and hot dogs, fries, and shakes, then walked from Central Park West all the way to Central Park East, lying in the grass or on giant rocks at several points along the way. At no point did we stress about homework, work, classes, or impossible standards and deadlines. It was the best day I've had in recent memory. Translation: Free time is great.
I'm starting to get my creative energy back to where it was before I burned out in college. I've got another idea for a webcomic about a cat who thinks he runs an office, entirely inspired by the cat in my office who has taken a particular shine to me. I feel the desire to write again. I am in the very beginning stages of collaborating with some friends on a possible graphic novel project. And I'm thinking of resurrecting my Honors capstone project in some format or another-- last year, after I was finished with it, I was so dejected after graduation that any criticism of it I took as another failure, so I put it in a box in my closet for a year. But rereading it and the letter I got back from the publisher I sent it to, I realize it's not half bad. It needs a lot of work-- I'd consider this one a rough draft now, really-- but it could be tinkered with. And I've got the time to do it, and no expectations or timeline but my own, so we'll see.
That's all for now. I make a promise every month to write more. Maybe if I say the opposite, I will actually write more. So, see you next month!
Oh and p.S. The weather finally got beautiful. Hello summer! You're finally here!
Is good, for the most part. The honeymoon period-- which was odd for me at this job, since it was so overshadowed by me recovering from Galley and praying not to get fired-- is over, so there are some days when I get frustrated and other days when I really like what I'm doing. That's natural for everyone at a job, I'm sure. My bosses include me in the creative process more, but sometimes projects move too slowly or get sidetracked or bogged down in bureaucracy-- which, again, I'm sure is normal, but I'm less used to it because this is my first job. But I try not to get too negative. It hit me the afternoon before we all went to Lubin House and I was telling David I was excited to see my peers and professors. "Yeah," he said, "Plus, you're a designer. At a firm in New York City. You're not waiting tables or something like that." That made me realize I should be really grateful for what I'm doing in the grand scheme of things, even if the every day can sometimes get frustrating.
Is officially a college graduate! (I joke that my puppy has finally passed obedience school, hehe.) He's working at the hotel in Syracuse and living in his apartment until his lease runs out at the end of June. He's applying for jobs in New York City and some other places nearly every day. He had a phone interview with a music publisher that's located ten blocks from my office. Naturally, I'm keeping my fingers crossed, but I'm trying not to get my hopes too high, considering how long it took me to find something here.
A few weeks ago, Sara confided in me that she was not happy and that she was going to ask Carlos to leave by June. The next thing I know, she's broken up with him and he's refusing to leave. The floodgates of resentment opened, and I found out all sorts of unsavory things about him that, had I known ahead of time, I would not have agreed to live with him. But hindsight is 20/20, and I couldn't have known any of it anyway because he kept most of the worst stuff to himself until recently. But thankfully, he's gone now-- though he tried to stay until the beginning of June originally. Sara finally snapped after he harassed her even more and threw him out for good. I was in Syracuse at the time for the aforementioned graduation ceremony, and I'm so thankful I wasn't around for the final showdown.
The good news is though that the chaos has settled down and things are now quite pleasant around the apartment. Plus, the even better news is that Evan and I signed a lease about a week ago for our own two-bedroom just a block away from the building where I'm living now. It's smaller than this, but cheaper, and there was a feeling when I walked in to look at the place, like, "Yes, this could be home." It was nice. Evan came up to sign the lease and other papers, and we did a video tour of the place for his parents. It was sweet: "Here's Brianna's room-- and here's Brianna. Say hi!" It felt real, like I'm finally settling somewhere.
Much the same as it has been since moving here, but more comfortable. Janet and I go for bagels on weekends, Kate and I have lunch every Friday, and there's always someone planning something for after work. My birthday was a lot of fun because I got to see some people I hadn't seen since graduation or even before that, and at Lubin House the same thing happened. It's nice-- I feel like I'm really beginning to settle in to an actual life here, and that the friends I made in college who are here will continue to be my friends, and those friends who aren't here will always be welcome to come visit so I can show them around the city where I live. And soon I'll have another addition to the group in Evan, who will be my roommate in a little over a month. And possibly Carolyn, who is staying with me next Tuesday because she has a job interview on Wednesday. And like I said, I'm crossing my fingers that Chris finds something he likes, too.
A couple weeks ago on a Sunday, I slept in and then Kate, Kate Gaffigan and I went to the American Museum of Natural History for a special exhibition called the World's Largest Dinosaurs. We spent hours there and in the adjacent dinosaur fossil rooms, and then went down to see the gemstones, walking through exhibits about evolution of humans and the creation of the solar system. Afterwards, we went to Shake Shack for burgers and hot dogs, fries, and shakes, then walked from Central Park West all the way to Central Park East, lying in the grass or on giant rocks at several points along the way. At no point did we stress about homework, work, classes, or impossible standards and deadlines. It was the best day I've had in recent memory. Translation: Free time is great.
I'm starting to get my creative energy back to where it was before I burned out in college. I've got another idea for a webcomic about a cat who thinks he runs an office, entirely inspired by the cat in my office who has taken a particular shine to me. I feel the desire to write again. I am in the very beginning stages of collaborating with some friends on a possible graphic novel project. And I'm thinking of resurrecting my Honors capstone project in some format or another-- last year, after I was finished with it, I was so dejected after graduation that any criticism of it I took as another failure, so I put it in a box in my closet for a year. But rereading it and the letter I got back from the publisher I sent it to, I realize it's not half bad. It needs a lot of work-- I'd consider this one a rough draft now, really-- but it could be tinkered with. And I've got the time to do it, and no expectations or timeline but my own, so we'll see.
That's all for now. I make a promise every month to write more. Maybe if I say the opposite, I will actually write more. So, see you next month!
Oh and p.S. The weather finally got beautiful. Hello summer! You're finally here!