Sleep? What's that?

I feel as though I've been going nonstop the past three weeks, barely getting any time to breathe. But... since it's nonstop good news, I really shouldn't complain about nervous nights of very little sleep and my aching feet. (I'd like to thank Andrew for marching me over to Central Park to eat sandwiches on a bench in front of the baseball fields after work today. Next time, I'll wear something better than flip flops!)

TODAY WAS MY FIRST DAY OF WORK. I got there on time, moved and set up a computer at my desk, and got right to work. It's easy stuff—for now—but it's different. Tasks that I didn't really do at my last job, but aren't so menial that they're boring. I worked on two separate projects for two different editors today and took the mail to the post office with a few other interns. What blows my mind is that we get an hour lunch. I ate at my desk and then walked around the block while I talked to my mom. I found a Dunkin Donuts, a few restaurants, and I think a supermarket. My coordinator warned me there wasn't much in the area and that the excitement was closer to Times Square, but I found it interesting. The Garment District is home to some very colorful people.

All in all, really not a bad first day. At one point, I feared that I broke the microwave, though. I put my dinner in (Mine was the only one in the fridge amidst about eight pints of Ben & Jerry's. It reminded me of my grandparents' basement freezer lol.), started the microwave, and was halfway out the door of the break room when I realized it was way too quiet. Turned around and everything in the kitchen was off. I guess another girl started the coffee pot just before I started the microwave and it all shut down. This is nothing new for me—we had to be careful not to blow a fuse in my old office, too. Either way, everything went right back on and all was well.

WHILE I WAS AT THE PARK with Andrew, I received a text from my broker that said he'd met with the landlord of the apartment we liked yesterday. He said the landlord approved our application and we could move in June 15. I'm excited; I really liked what I saw and I hope when I walk through it again with him next week, everything's as I remember. Except... without furniture and with fresh paint. I'll take pictures and measurements at that point, too.

Tomorrow is the first day where I think I may actually be able to relax. I'm not sure if I'll go exploring or not after dinner—which I'll eat alone in my room. Which is... weird. I've yet to eat a meal in here. But I've got at least two weeks of room rental left so, I best get somewhat used to it. It's cheaper than heading out. And less awkward than getting a table for one.

No pictures today! Forgot to take some at Central Park. Oh well... Not like I can't go back!