Monday, November 14, 2011

Day 94: I'm not Anne Hathaway last time I checked

Jobs Applied For: 5. 
Interviews Scheduled: 1 (still grad school, but that isn't until December 6th)
Music Practice: 0.


You all must know at this point that I am having bad luck with employment, it's the number one reason why this blog is in existence. However, when your current job is described by family and friends as a "Devil Wears Prada" type of position, there is definitely a problem. I can't say that this particular errand was any crazier than anything else I've had to do with SPIN and since I normally find myself up to my eyeballs in data analysis on the average Monday, it was refreshing to get out. This was a bit too Anna Wintour for my liking though...

Today, I solved the question "how many SPINterns (Spin interns) does it take to pick up a passport at a foreign consulate." just in case you were curious, the answer is 2. About an hour and a half after I got to work, I was frantically approached to run to midtown and assist a fellow intern with this passport adventure. But there was a catch (there's always a catch.) I had about 30 minutes to get myself from Canal and Broadway to 42nd and 12th, a task that is not for the faint of heart. Catching the Q (a subway line for those of you who don't know) and arriving in midtown only took 10 minutes of time which meant that I was above ground just in time to catch a cross-town bus. Theoretically, that would leave me 4 minutes to find the Consulate, find my co-SPINtern, and complete the passport task. Oh if only theory was intertwined with execution on this Monday Afternoon. After waiting 8 minutes for the crosstown bus that never came, my fellow SPINtern called to inform me I had 8 minutes to get myself over there. I had 8 minutes to SPRINT from 7th avenue to 12th avenue on the most tourist packed street of the city. That is the equivalent of running 10 blocks, or a half-mile. I had my headphones, flat boots, and a heavy bag in tote so I did the only thing I could think of.

I booked it like there was no tomorrow.

8 minutes and a few side splints later, I was greeted by 2 security guards. One informed me that the Consulate was now closed (oh crap). The other said "Wait, are you the girl with the credit card?" (That's why 2 interns were needed) "Yes!" I breathlessly exclaimed as if they were the only words I could get out of my mouth. The guards stepped aside and there was my lovely SPINtern who looked very relieved to see me. We left with the passport in hand because after all, SPINterns know how to get the job done. We then proceeded to head back to the office where I ended up crunching numbers for the rest of the day, as expected. 


Needless to say, this tired girl didn't go to the gym when she came home.

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