Day 2

September 8, 2009

I have this day completely dedicated to apartment hunting. My broker is taking me to seven apartments--who would have thought for what you pay, you get a place the size of a closet. One is so gross; five are nice, and one is amazing. What to do--go off price, convenience, or location? So many factors: safety, cost, laundry, doorman. I'll figure it out. It also helps to have four fabulous women helping me out.

Let's start the morning with ordering pancakes, followed by my walk to the broker's office where I have my first official "trip over my own two feet" incident. One of hundreds, I'm sure. For lunch, it's time to order sushi.

When looking for a Bank of America, I asked for directions and walked to four different locations, only one of which was an actual Bank of America. Not a good idea to ask directions from those who do not speak very good English. What happened to the several that are promised to me when I signed up for the account? Time to switch to Chase or CitiBank. Much more convenient.

I didn't mind getting lost because I finally got to see the "Naked Cowboy" everyone always raves over. In his tighty whities, cowboy boots, and hat, he strums away on his guitar in the middle of Times Square. I come home to order in MORE food. I'm quickly becoming a New Yorker. Greek food, 90210, and Melrose Place makes for a great evening--the calm before the storm. Need to get rest for my first day at my internship!

Note to self: People in New York City do NOT care about your personal life. When they ask you a question, do not go on and on about your life. They are not interested. Give a quick, simple answer--that's all their looking for. Spit out your answer and move on.