My first interview crammed day has come to its end. It went exceedingly well. So well that I had Key Lime Pie for dinner, hahaa!
The crew at Tap Music was a chill bunch. There was a dog in the office/apartment. That says everything. These guys need some help though, even if I decide to take another internship or job I intend to keep in touch with these people, it's called evangelism marketing. It's the good stuff.
After that I headed downtown to Vizlingo. What was supposed to be my first subway ride since I arrived turned into a 76-block walk. No trains on the blue lines due to a massive water leak. Good thing I had time to kill. Allison, who interviewed me, said they'd love to have me and we shall be in touch in the next couple of days.
After a celebratory ice cream break (seriously nutriously satisfactory day) in Washington Square Park I continued my unintended Manhattan excursion down to Soho and Sheckys. That's where I met Roger. Roger wants Sheckys to become the biggest brand in the universe (in their market). I liked Roger. He had a very American spirit - and a beard. He must be one of the good guys. He said he'd get back to me within the next couple of days.
Most definitely a good start to the week! Tomorrow I'm heading down to Ology at 11am and then UrbanDaddy at 1.30pm.
On my way back to the hostel I passed a restaurant where two girls in their 20's were sat at an outside table having a drink. I could see the one facing my way giving her girlfriend the "look-at-this-girl" nod, so that she would turn around and look at me. I let this scenario play out, walked past them, then a few meters later I turned around and gave them a massive smile. They looked slightly embarrassed but they smiled back. Have these Manhattan chicks never seen a girl wearing rolled up bright red trousers combined with a pair of badass shark socks before? If that's the case, them lot are in for a treat.
Another funny thing was a random guy telling me I look like Brooke Shields. He thought he made my day. I HATE BROOKE SHIELDS. Her face has always annoyed me. Also, she's 46. Hahaahaa, too funny. (Will take it easy with the eyebrow pencil tomorrow.)
Time for bed. I'm shattered. But happy. Happy shattered.
Good night!
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