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DAY ONE
6:00 a.m. My iPhone alarm goes off. That terrible chiming isn't helping me mentally prepare for the day at all.
6:15 I force myself out of bed and put on the most hipster outfit I can think of. This consists of a long skirt, simple button up and a pair of platform sandals. Street-style bloggers- get ready for me.
7:20 I walk to the train station (yes, I don't live in the city) and am lured into Starbucks, once again. To Trenta or not to Trenta?
9:00 I arrive at work early, as usual. No one here, but me and the cleaning staff.
9:05 Kill time by washing dishes for boss.
9:47 Everyone starts to trickle in, iPhones in hand.
10:30 My first round of errands include searching for some very specific foods that no one seems to sell and some common products: tissues, soap and sponges. Duane Reade here I come.
11:30 Receive a text that I am taking too long and need to get back to the office ASAP. I run, ignoring the 20 blisters on my feet.
11:45 Angry boss yells at me for not being able to find a nonexistent food item. Thanks for sending me on that wild goose chase.
11:46 I apologize and am handed a bank deposit that needs to be completed. (Is that even legal?)
12:00 p.m. Attempt to send a package to Europe.
12:20 Fail.
12:25 Retry sending through another company.
12:45 Success!
2:00 Return to the office panicked about how long it took and find boss taking a nap. I guess I am not in trouble after all...
4:00 Start scanning and uploading Polaroid photos of models to the computer while listening to boss gossip about certain models. If only I could repeat what I heard...
4:02 Page Six would love this!
5:30 Leave for the day, but not before receiving countless emails reminding me of things I need to do tomorrow. Awesome. Thanks for that.
DAY TWO
8:00 a.m. Notice the later start time? I did and it was fantastic.
8:10 Actually able to slap on some make-up. Today I am attempting to achieve that effortless look. Effortless takes more work than gaudy.
8:50 This later train is way less crowded, maybe I will even get a window seat!
11:00 Arrive at the office with a list of things that need to be done for the day. Item one: grocery store run. So much for learning anything about casting at this internship...
11:40 Everything found. I am a star intern.
12:00 p.m. Never mind, there is actually some casting work to be done today!
1:00 Calling agencies regarding an upcoming magazine shoot. Learn that there were such things as white-models only magazines. So much for diversity.
1:30 Waiting around for agencies to get back to me about the white-girl shoot. Agents have their own schedule.
1:34 Trying to look busy....
1:35 Boss yells at me for just sitting there and not following up with the agencies. Um, sorry, I thought that I was just the intern with no power whatsoever.
3:00 Finally hear back from all the agencies about the written down availability of each girl. I love the politics behind booking a model for a lesser magazine.
4:00 Waiting around aimlessly as boss types away on computer.
4:15 Still sitting awkwardly waiting for my next task. Hello? Do you see me? Please make eye contact.
5:00 Leave work a little earlier than usual. It doesn't really matter though because I am at the same level of tired-ness as usual.
5:47 Wow, on the early commuter train! Just as packed though. No window seat for me.
DAY THREE
6:00 a.m. Back to the early wake up call. I try a little less with my outfit this morning due to the fact that my brain cannot function at this hour.
6:05 Can I get away with wearing jeans?
7:30 Hop on the train with Starbucks in hand. Hi Conductor.
9:00 Arrive at the office. Will there be anything to do today?
9:04 Start washing dishes...
9:30 Wait around for boss to arrive.
11:00 Boss finally shows up and hands me a list of returns she needs me to run (because doing her errands totally relates to casting). I am glad this is such an "educational" experience.
12:00 p.m. Need to go back to one of the places I picked up an item from earlier. Apparently I went too early. I love being yelled at.
1:00 Boss takes lunch and I head down the street for a salad. The perfect fashion lunch.
2:30 I rush back to the office, afraid that I might be late, but of course boss isn't there.
3:00 Boss returns and I go out to run more of her personal errands.
3:30 I think the people at the grocery store know my name by now.
4:00 I return with precious groceries for boss. She didn't say "thank you" let alone acknowledged my presence.
4:22 Go to return a dress that I picked up earlier today. At least I know where the side entrance of the building is this time.
5:15 Ouch. My feet are killing me. Why do I bother wearing cute shoes?
5:20 Leave work and change into flip flops (I'm such a commuter) and painfully make my way home.
6:30 I stare at the television screen for so long that I don't even know what's on. I think it was that episode of "The Hills" where Lauren and Whitney are doing a casting.
6:35 Wow, their boss actually says thank you to them. That would never happen in real life.
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