I think this is the longest I have gone without blogging since I created my little cyber-world! I choose to be impressed with myself on this fact, because that means I have been blogging regularly, which I was afraid would not be the case. Let me bring you up to date on the myriad things that have happened since last Sunday.
Monday I worked a double at work : (
Tuesday I worked the lunch shift at work. And while I was there, I received a voicemail at noon. At 3 pm, I listened to the voicemail. It was from Macmillan, the major publishing house I interned for last fall. They wanted me to come in for an interview! The very next day! Let me tell you, I was so psyched. The people at work must've thought I was crazy, because I emerged from the back room grinning like a fool. (I am sure lots of people emerge from back rooms smiling, but for entirely different reasons). So I walked around in the best mood I've ever been in at work for an hour, til I had a moment to call back. Unfortunately, the HR girl was away from her desk, so I left a message, and spent the remainder of my shift preparing for a quick dash up to NY, planning my interview outfit, and deciding where I would live once I got the job and started making my glamorous life in NYC. Unfortunately, I did not receive a call back confirming my interview for the next day. A few hours later, I got in touch with the HR girl and she said it might work out, but it might not. Now, that's a pickle, because Macmillan thinks I live in New York, and theoretically, could get to an interview with a lot less notice than I'd really need. So after an hour's deliberation with my father, I left to drive up to NY, on a long shot, in case I actually did have my very first real interview the next day.
On Wednesday morning, I found out the long shot didn't pan out. No interview that day. But I made the best of it. I hung out with Andrew, made plans to visit Ann in Connecticut, and FINALLY got back to Manhattan (Can you believe I hadn't been there since graduation day?) And, lo and behold, whilst shopping in Herald Square, I received another phone call, asking if I could come in on Thursday. Well, I made some calls, ascertaining the the lake house trip with Andrew, Michael and Emily would not be ruined should I take the interview, and then called Macmillan right back telling them I'd be there! Then on Wednesday night, I had a lovely dinner with the Kaisers, which was not at all marred by the fact that I'm a dummy, and miswrote the train schedule to get back to the Bronx. Luckily, Ann is a dear and drove me all the way to Stratford to make my connection!
On Thursday, I spent all morning prepping for the interview. I got there about 20 minutes early, because I always overbudget for travel time, and settled in for the marathon four hours of meetings. I met with everybody--directors, assistants, HR reps, people in Marketing, in Editorial, in Custom Publishing...basically I met the whole company. Well, not exactly, but the point is, I met a lot of people. On the whole, I think I did well. Not my best interview, but not my worst either. I think I have a shot.
But, should I be offered the position, I need to decide if I should take it. The pay is very very little, and its a marketing position in academic publishing. I'd ideally like an editorial position in consumer publishing. But it is a foot in the door, and who knows when the next time is that I'll have an interview. This is all a moot point until I hear the decision, but it is a good idea to be thinking just in case. You need to have a course of action right? And moving to New York and starting a career is a big deal. Especially when you've only just gotten comfortable with the fact that you won't be in New York for a while. I mean, I'd made peace with Maryland, with my parents' house, almost with Uno's even. And now this interview comes along and makes me think. I mean, this is what I've always wanted. Minus being broke-ass poor. But I was prepared for that. But I've got a good life here in the 301. Dad makes the most amazing dinners. My mom still does my laundry. I've just started seeing people from work socially (ok, I've only been to like three parties, but its a start). Point is, life was getting comfortable here. And now there's this potential event that might change it.
I know I don't have the job yet. I know I might not ever get it. But its making me think. This is what I've been waiting for for 6 months. And now that its happening...am I ready?
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Promised Photos
Yesterday, I said I'd post some pics from AJ's birthday celebration. Here they are, as promised. Though, I saved the best one of the evening for my Photo A Day Challenge, so stay tuned for that!
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| Cheers AJ! At the District 2 Bar (the first time) |
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| This is the kid who was having an out of body experience |
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| They had this awesome sign that changed colors |
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| I like how the green light makes the lead singer look like the hulk |
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| This is Emily's face when her scarf got caught in the air mattress bag |
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| And this is where the night began to devolve...really quickly |
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday Ann Kaiser!
I have already shouted out Ann, and given out this week's (double) shout out, thus, I cannot shout you out again this week. However, I can send out love and birthday wishes to my darling roommate. Though we are no longer sharing a tiny dorm room, in my heart, you are with me in every Hillary Duff movie and Demi Lovato song. And every online shop through Old Navy.
So, happy birthday to one fifth of my devoted readership! Glad Teddy surprised ya this weekend. Though, tell that little sneak to follow my blog!
I have already shouted out Ann, and given out this week's (double) shout out, thus, I cannot shout you out again this week. However, I can send out love and birthday wishes to my darling roommate. Though we are no longer sharing a tiny dorm room, in my heart, you are with me in every Hillary Duff movie and Demi Lovato song. And every online shop through Old Navy.
So, happy birthday to one fifth of my devoted readership! Glad Teddy surprised ya this weekend. Though, tell that little sneak to follow my blog!
Weekly Shout Out (A Little Early)
Alright, so this week's shout out is a little different. Last Thursday, on my brother's birthday, I promised my future brother-in-law, Michael, a shout out, because he has been pestering me ever since I began this whole affair to give him one. Of course, I didn't just promise a shout out willy-nilly. No, one has to truly want a Bridget blog shout out. Earn it, deserve it, become it. So what did Michael do for a shout out? He ate a pickle (that's what she said! hahaha). No Michael didn't do that. He ate a real dill pickle spear. Not just that he ate a FRIED pickle. Now, to me, that's only mildly gross, because I like pickles, but fried ones are yucky. But for Mike, it was much harder. Michael detests pickles. He loathes them. They cannot touch his plate. So, to eat a fried pickle was to really right the essence of his sense of moral rightness. Thus, I promised him a shout out.
Not just that. In order to convince him to do it, I promised I would do what has never been done in the history of Book Worm in the Big Apple--I promised him a biweekly shout out. That is, last week, I had already shouted out AJ for being born (holla!). But I told him I would also shout out Mike.
Well, since it is Sunday, I guess I failed at that. My bad. So, instead, I am doing something else that has never been done in the history of my blog...I am DOUBLE SHOUTING OUT! Ye-ah!
So, first, Michael, props to you for eating a fried pickle! I know it hurt. If the pic below is any indication, it may have caused you actual physical pain. Though some might find it odd that you would do that for a shout out on a blog that has all of 5 readers, I find it totally bad ass and commendable.
Secondly, I shout you out for planning what I am sure will be a completely KICK ASS weekend at Lake Anna next week. For Emily's birthday (Dec 24) Mike, Emily, Andrew and myself are heading down for a weekend long birthday celebration comprised of s'mores, Home Alone, Taboo, Kings (quickly becoming our signature game) and a cook off. It will legen...dary. And thus, to Mike, the planner of said epic weekend, a shout out goes.
Here's to you, Mike! Though I give you grief, I am glad you will be my brother-in-law in six months (minus one day)!
Not just that. In order to convince him to do it, I promised I would do what has never been done in the history of Book Worm in the Big Apple--I promised him a biweekly shout out. That is, last week, I had already shouted out AJ for being born (holla!). But I told him I would also shout out Mike.
Well, since it is Sunday, I guess I failed at that. My bad. So, instead, I am doing something else that has never been done in the history of my blog...I am DOUBLE SHOUTING OUT! Ye-ah!
So, first, Michael, props to you for eating a fried pickle! I know it hurt. If the pic below is any indication, it may have caused you actual physical pain. Though some might find it odd that you would do that for a shout out on a blog that has all of 5 readers, I find it totally bad ass and commendable.
Secondly, I shout you out for planning what I am sure will be a completely KICK ASS weekend at Lake Anna next week. For Emily's birthday (Dec 24) Mike, Emily, Andrew and myself are heading down for a weekend long birthday celebration comprised of s'mores, Home Alone, Taboo, Kings (quickly becoming our signature game) and a cook off. It will legen...dary. And thus, to Mike, the planner of said epic weekend, a shout out goes.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Birthday fun.
This has been such a long week! Sunday seems like forever ago. I'm not really sure why. I guess a lot has happened. Saw my best friends twice in a week, went Christmas shopping with my mom, started a Pilates regimne (which actually going really well! Its free on Exersice TV OnDemand...only problem is, tomorrow is that last day its available, so I gotta come up with a plan, quick!). Also I worked a bunch of days, went to a concert and celebrated my little brother's 21st birthday.
Which was pretty awesome. I mean, I can't believe my little brother is 21. I mean, what does that make me? Old, that's what. Old, in a 22-year-old kind of way. But the party was great. We took him out to dinner at this place in DC near my sister's apartment called District 2. I got a great burger, but they only had like 5 sandwiches on the menu, and that was it. Mike bought us a round of "Dirty Bong Water" shots, which, sorry, looked and tasted like latrine water. Then we drove over to the 9:30 club to see fun. That's a band. I'd never been to the 9:30 club before. It was sketchy. In kind of a this-is-where-teenagers-go-to-do-ecstacy-and-rave-in-the-movies kind of way. Like graffiti and stuff. But it was cool. I can dig that scene. I really liked the band, the lead singer was super energetic which is great. I don't dig singers who just stand there. Its like, I paid to see you, not just hear you. So keep my eyes and my ears entertained! Plus, like, aren't you excited to be up there on stage? Jump around, act like you're enjoying yourself. fun. had that down pat. They also had an awesome sign that lit up in awesome neon colors. Stay tuned for pics.
But probably my favorite part of the concert was up on the balcony. Partway through the show, my sister pointed out to me this kid, probably in his late teens who was going cuh-ray-zay. He was leaning over the balcony waving his arms like he was conducting a symphony and singing at the top of his lungs. It was nuts. I seriously though he was having some sort of religious experience. I for realz wanted to YouTube that shit.
After the concert, we found ourselves back at the District 2 bar. We had a terrific bartender who made us one good shot, one bad one, and one in between. But he was super nice and didn't charge us for practically anything. Plus I got a free drink for knowing who sings "Pieces of Me" (Ashlee Simpson). After the bar was a round of kings, then bed.
We all drank quite a bit, which is what you're supposed to do at a 21st birthday party. It was a pretty great night. There were pics of dead rats, and a great one of AJ squatting on a curb which I shall post soon, good music, a delicious giant cookie and some of my favorite people ever. I did spill half a Capt and Coke on myself at the bar, and woke up with two suspicious stains on the knees of my jeans (not trying too hard to remember on that one), but on the whole, I think it was a success. So happy 21st, AJ! Glad you weren't too cool to spend it with your sisters ; )
Which was pretty awesome. I mean, I can't believe my little brother is 21. I mean, what does that make me? Old, that's what. Old, in a 22-year-old kind of way. But the party was great. We took him out to dinner at this place in DC near my sister's apartment called District 2. I got a great burger, but they only had like 5 sandwiches on the menu, and that was it. Mike bought us a round of "Dirty Bong Water" shots, which, sorry, looked and tasted like latrine water. Then we drove over to the 9:30 club to see fun. That's a band. I'd never been to the 9:30 club before. It was sketchy. In kind of a this-is-where-teenagers-go-to-do-ecstacy-and-rave-in-the-movies kind of way. Like graffiti and stuff. But it was cool. I can dig that scene. I really liked the band, the lead singer was super energetic which is great. I don't dig singers who just stand there. Its like, I paid to see you, not just hear you. So keep my eyes and my ears entertained! Plus, like, aren't you excited to be up there on stage? Jump around, act like you're enjoying yourself. fun. had that down pat. They also had an awesome sign that lit up in awesome neon colors. Stay tuned for pics.
But probably my favorite part of the concert was up on the balcony. Partway through the show, my sister pointed out to me this kid, probably in his late teens who was going cuh-ray-zay. He was leaning over the balcony waving his arms like he was conducting a symphony and singing at the top of his lungs. It was nuts. I seriously though he was having some sort of religious experience. I for realz wanted to YouTube that shit.
After the concert, we found ourselves back at the District 2 bar. We had a terrific bartender who made us one good shot, one bad one, and one in between. But he was super nice and didn't charge us for practically anything. Plus I got a free drink for knowing who sings "Pieces of Me" (Ashlee Simpson). After the bar was a round of kings, then bed.
We all drank quite a bit, which is what you're supposed to do at a 21st birthday party. It was a pretty great night. There were pics of dead rats, and a great one of AJ squatting on a curb which I shall post soon, good music, a delicious giant cookie and some of my favorite people ever. I did spill half a Capt and Coke on myself at the bar, and woke up with two suspicious stains on the knees of my jeans (not trying too hard to remember on that one), but on the whole, I think it was a success. So happy 21st, AJ! Glad you weren't too cool to spend it with your sisters ; )
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Photo Update
Right now, its nearly 2 am. Its been a while since I've been up this late, but usually, when I've had a beer or two, I become very alert. After two or three, its a different story, but tonight I only had one, so I'll be up for a bit. So, that makes now an excellent time to post the last few days of Bridget's Photo-a-Day challenge.
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| 11/27-- I feel like this should be accompanied by an Hallelujah chorus |
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| 11/28-- Technically, I didn't take this photo, but at least we used my camera this day! |
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| 11/29--skies, beaches and the Sydney Opera House--my favorite photography subjects |
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| 11/30--This world keeps spinning faster |
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| 12/1--Happy December! |
Weekly Shout Out
This week's shout out was pretty much a given: shout out to AJ Thoreson! Even though AJ does not follow my blog, I feel it necessary to shout him out because 1. he is my brother and 2. today he turns 21! Alex has officially been of legal drinking age for two hours, and though he can sometimes be a turd, he can sometimes be really nice, and has spent all of those hours with his lame older sister. We started off with midnight shots (ok, 12:08 shots), then had a beer while he endured my favorite lame tv show, Big Time Rush. Then we spent awhile watching funny YouTube videos of kids doing dumb stuff, because, terrible as it sounds, I like kids best when they are falling down or doing other dangerous/amusing things.
AJ is really a great brother when you think about it. Unlike my sister and I, AJ and I have gotten into our fair share of fights. He can be mean and surly, but we have moments when we get along great. Following our family's tradition, he is very funny (the Thoresons really were blessed with just truly outstanding senses of humor) and handsome (a fact he will be the first to make you aware of). My parents worry about him the most of their kids, but I'm confident he'll turn out alright. He's smart and likeable and generally a good guy. Plus, he's 1/3 of Jeff and Reba Thoreson's kids, so you know he's a good time. Talk about kids doing dumb stuff--if we had a camcorder back in the day, our parents would've been YouTube kings. We played freaking American Gladiators growing up. Hey AJ- remember that time we ran around the basement in the dark? I bet you always will.
AJ is really a great brother when you think about it. Unlike my sister and I, AJ and I have gotten into our fair share of fights. He can be mean and surly, but we have moments when we get along great. Following our family's tradition, he is very funny (the Thoresons really were blessed with just truly outstanding senses of humor) and handsome (a fact he will be the first to make you aware of). My parents worry about him the most of their kids, but I'm confident he'll turn out alright. He's smart and likeable and generally a good guy. Plus, he's 1/3 of Jeff and Reba Thoreson's kids, so you know he's a good time. Talk about kids doing dumb stuff--if we had a camcorder back in the day, our parents would've been YouTube kings. We played freaking American Gladiators growing up. Hey AJ- remember that time we ran around the basement in the dark? I bet you always will.
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