It’s either my third or fourth week of work, which means I know how to get here now and fall asleep on the subway for the perfect amount of time so that I wake up before my stop. The trick is: sit next to an old guy who is coughing really loudly or two girls talking about how they’ve never seen the Cosby Show.
Some days, I get here and I have absolutely nothing to do. I arrive around 10, and there’s a big editors meeting at 10:30, so, unless I am continuing something from the previous day, I sit, bored, on Facebook and eating Cheez-its, thinking what I’d look like if my neck were thinner and wondering if it’s possible for someone to get elbow transplants. Those days come around, and I’m, like, offended: I want to LEEEAAAARN. I want to perfect my craft and delve into the world of writing! WHY DO YOU WASTE MY TIME. I CAN ONLY REFRESH THE DAILY WHAT SO OFTEN. (You can’t hear the voice it plays in in my head, but make up your own.)
Then, most days, I get here, and I already have five emails asking me to do something. These days come around, and I’m, of course, offended: AYYYY CAN I NOT SIT DOWN AND HAVE A BREATHER?! CAN I CHECK MY EMAIL? I am here to LEARN, not to SLAVE. Look up your own marriage stats! Transcribe your own interview! Call in your own books, even though I find you all attractive so I’ll do it anyway! Egad!
Clearly, I do not know the meaning of a job.
My days have turned into the latter, without all of the complaining. Three weeks ago, I was using the bathroom once an hour and spending my time reading up on back issues; now, I am running the joint (the joint being my cubicle). It gets a little overwhelming at times, but never in a bad way– seeing other people’s work come to fruition after all the background work you did is gratifying, in a way.
WHAT’S BETTER is working on something and getting it published under your own name! So, ladies and gents, I present to you: Trailblazing, a History of Gay Rights in New York, a timeline I wrote with another intern that was released as soon as the vote passed. It’s exciting to be part of a 24-hour news cycle; it’s even more exciting to scream to a room filled with your roommate’s friends visiting for the weekend, “I GOT PUBLISHED! AND THERE’S GOING TO BE A SPY KIDS SEQUEL.”
I’m incredibly happy. We were told that we may have the opportunity to write “if we’re lucky,” but it’s been happening– for almost everyone– which is amazing. I know that hard work always pays off, but there’s nothing like someone commenting on your article and remarking, “You two ladies should DEFINITELY be making out right now in celebration.” Life is weird.