The past couple of days have worn me out. This may seem surprising considering the amount of moving I’ve done in the past three weeks. It appears that my inactivity is making an activity feel like a marathon. Maybe I am not giving myself enough credit, I mean, hey, I’ve done things. I went to my internship. I went to a bar. I did stuff!
No, but in all honestly, I have been pretty busy alienating Joss and making him feel inadequate while I stay at his house…for the second time. I can definitely add “ball buster” to my resume alongside a tagline “will work for food,” which is essentially what I am doing.
Friday afternoon I began my internship (one of two) as a photographer’s assistant. What does this work entail? Hmm…well, Friday, for those of you who have any interest, I helped light a photo shoot for a great set of leather bags locally made in Brooklyn. Monday, I entered data for four hours for insurance purposes. Today I battled with Photoshop. It was only one battle in what I foresee as a long, drawn out war. Both of us are injured and I left my desk covered in blood, completely battered and utterly dismayed. Wait, let me go back to this morning: Not only did I literally and figuratively wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but I also had to wrangle with the beast that is Photoshop. It was snowing this morning when I woke up, which usually is a sight of excitement and wonder for me; however not today. Nope. I wasn’t into it. My southern roots are taking hold and telling me-this white stuff isn’t’ working for me man. Layer upon layer I layered. I had to buy a new scarf (sorry Pilar) and gloves (sorry bank account) because both have been lost along my journey. I am fairly certain the scarf was stolen, I mean who wouldn’t want it? It was huge. It was amazing. IT WAS MY ONLY SCARF- so my naked neck has added to my dislike for the white stuff.
But back to my work, if you can call it that. I unsuccessfully edited a picture for my boss and by the end we had to completely toss it out and start over. I don’t know what I was expecting-why did I think I could master Photoshop in a day? HUBRIS. But the gods of web design have smote me and thrown down the gauntlet. I will persevere but not without ample bruising to my ego. So for now all I can say is: screw you Photoshop, I am taking a nap.
As for my bit of homesickness, I am looking for all kinds of solutions. I listened to some tunes, all of which reminded me of Charleston, which decidedly, is not a good method fighting off my “mal du pays.” But in an effort to share with you what I am doing, I have posted the links/videos of those songs particularly pulling at my heart strings:
Elliot Smith- 13
Grizzly Bear- While You Wait For The Others
Side Note:
Something that I just wanted to bring to everyone’s attention: Homeless people taking off their shoes in the subway. Yesterday, I boarded the L heading towards home when my sensitive sniffer was caught off guard by something particularly rank. What was it? What could it be?! It was this homeless guy taking off his shoes. He was sitting on one of the long benches while everyone else was crowded on one side or the other. Didn’t he notice everyone scrunched up together while he took up an entire bench with his odor? Actually displacing people with his stank? He had to notice right? He proceeded to eat chicken wings which, as a devout ch-wing fan, I know can be distracting, but still, he offends! A similar situation happened to me in Paris, which is the only reason I bring it up. Twice I have been inundated with the funky stench of feet on the metro. I’m sorry if you are homeless, but please, keep your shoes on. (However, considering my lack of employing, I may be getting real familiar with the homeless person/no shoes/chicken wing routine.) 
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