Busy, busy.

Since Thursday night, the time I've spent in my apartment not sleeping, eating, or getting ready to go somewhere is miniscule—maybe six hours? And two of those were spent finishing up some freelance work Sunday night. Needless to say, I've been pretty busy.

This isn't necessarily a bad thing, though. Unless you like to read my blog, then maybe it's getting a bit irritating? My B.

In an effort to catch up quickly, let's just focus on the big stuff, shall we?

LAST FRIDAY was my last day as an intern; it also marked four weeks with the company. I spent most of last week training with the girl who I was replacing. She threw quite a bit at me, but I took some pretty decent notes. She left me with about five books to finish for the Fall 2012 season and so far I have four for the 2012-2013 Interim. Nothing too exciting right now, except ya know... Perhaps the journal of the guy who inspired the popular 90s computer game Oregon Trail. (!!!)

Anyway, after work on Friday, I caught the bus to W-B. The weekend was... meh. It was nice to be around everyone, but I felt like I was trying to crush too much into one weekend. I brought home the rest of my freelance work, which... was, to be honest, about 75 percent of it. So that sucked up nearly all the time (plus the bus ride to and from W-B). In addition to that, time at the pool was limited due to cloud coverage. Grandpa being in the hospital didn't help things, either. But that's not his fault. And Matt spending all of Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at work kind of sucked, too. But he's all mine come Saturday, so... I can deal with that.

The bus ride back on Sunday was pretty weird. I almost missed it. Forgot my ticket at my parents' house and had to rush back. I'm a horrible backseat driver—I can't stomach it in smaller cars—so weaving through the streets of W-B at top speeds made things pretty interesting once I actually got on the bus. I was pretty sick to my stomach for the first hour or so. It didn't help that the bus driver pulled over before we even got on the turnpike. Twice. He just... pulled to the side of the road and sat there. Twice. Didn't do anything to the bus, didn't say anything to anyone. All the passengers just kind of looked at each other like... WTF? Once we were on the turnpike, though, all was well. Except, ya know, a girl got on the first stop we made and talked—yelled—on her phone about a birthday party she was attending that night the entire way to the second stop. She got a pretty good lecture from the driver when we stopped. I was so embarrassed for her.

MONDAY was my first day as an editorial assistant. I did a final pass of a book (quickly checking page numbers, TOC names/pages, borders, margins, headings, copyright/title page, etc.), a proofread of another, and basically just tried to figure out all the notes the girl before me had written all over her desk. The publisher didn't call on me for anything and his phone didn't ring once, so... that was easy enough. What sucked, though, was that the office was 89°. By 4:00 the AC was fixed, but the day was just... gross.

Monday night was Thai/Japanese/Chinese food and movie night. Magic Mike. Don't waste your money; the movie was bad. The dancing was... entertaining? But there was no plot. And a LOT of wasted b-roll. And pointless conversation. And what I want to call realistic awkwardness. As in... I'm not sure if the awkwardness between the characters was planned or accidental. Whatever the case, it was definitely present.

I SPENT MOST OF TUESDAY reading old emails and trying to figure out who does what in the office. Luckily, all of the previous girl's old emails were still on the computer—she left them for me on purpose—so I'm much more familiar with the clients and the projects now that I know how long she's been working on them and where they stand. I also learned that she occasionally did some random stuff of the publisher, like purchasing filing cabinets and tracking down physicians. It looks like all that ended around March or April, though, when they hired a second assistant to the publisher. Hopefully I don't get stuck with anything like that. That's not what I want. I want to be strictly editorial. But... I'm new. And I've clearly demonstrated that I'll do what I have to to get ahead... Within reason, of course.

At 3:15 Tuesday afternoon, we received an email saying the office would be closing at 3:30. Everyone happily left and a few of the interns and I went for happy hour. Everyone got along and, most importantly, I don't think anyone's mad at me anymore. After talking to a few of them, I realized that they were never really mad at me. It was more at the way my promotion had been announced. But that's a different story. Regardless, we went to Tequilaville and even though we had some pretty horrible service, we all seemed to have a really good time. Then we went to our first book launch... and it was just...  not what we were all envisioning. The book an encyclopedia of weird facts, so whoever set it up picked a "weird" bar. And it was just... too weird. Too creepy. We barely saw anyone we knew, so we didn't stick around long. Even though the launch party was disappointing, the rest of the night was really fun. I came home pretty happy.

TODAY, Independence Day, I celebrated my own independence by sleeping until 11:30, going grocery shopping, and stopping at Staples. Then Turkish food, a movie, and two or three fireworks with Andrew. It was nice, but I realized this morning how tired I really am. I've been going nonstop for so long. I haven't had a single night just to sit and do nothing, or a day where I didn't have to get up and go somewhere, since I moved in. Actually... maybe even since I got to NYC. It's wearing me down, and I'm really looking forward to a night next week spent all to myself.

Matt will be here briefly tomorrow to drop off the rest of his stuff and then he moves in Saturday. I think we're just going to make the most out of Saturday and Sunday and then our opposite schedules start Monday. It'll be interesting to live with someone who's never home at the same time I am. We'll see how it works.... It'll also be intersting to actually have a roommate. Hope he can survive me lol.