I finally got it!!! The job I moved to NYC for! I am officially an Account Executive for a P.R. firm!!

I am still in shock, it happened so fast. I applied to the job not thinking there was a snowballs chance in hell that they would call me back, but I figured hey… go big or go home!

Imagine my surprise when they emailed me to set up an interview the next day. I kept quiet about it, once again not thinking I was qualified for the job and once I explained my position at Rubenstein they would politely show me the door.

I printed out three copies of my resume and headed to the interview which they thankfully set up for late in the afternoon so I wouldn’t need to ask for time off.

I got there and the office was adorable, brightly colored, people on the phones and hustling around. I felt slightly out of place with my dark colored professional work clothes since everyone there was rocking bright colors and sun dresses. They led me to a room with couches and coffee tables and asked me to take a seat. Not your usually formal sit on the other side of an intimidating desk type of interview. I realized then I really would love to work here!

The women who interviewed me started with telling me she herself worked at Rubestein before switching to her position now so she knows what kind of boot camp training I’ve been though and that was why when she saw my resume she called me in. She said they were not seeing a lot of people for this job and not none had the formal training I had gotten there. We talked about my day to day tasks and she explained that my experience would come in handy but that they are also more of an out of the box company and more creatively run. Uhm, PERFECT!

I spoke with her and one other girl for about 45 mins and left with a good feeling but still unsure. I got an email later that night asking about my pat requirements and if she could call me the next morning.

The next day I stared at my phone waiting for the 10 am call. Did I ask for too much? Did they not like my writing samples? A thousand questions flew through my mind till the phone rang and the phrase everyone hopes to hear came “We want to offer you the position…” I’m not going to lie, I did a little victory dance while listening to her tell me about how much the job would pay (Perfect amount to me!) and paid vacation, sick days etc.

I start on September 3rd right after Labor Day. I am going to make my last day at Rubenstein on the 29th so I can take a long weekend before I start.

I also am being emailed a list of my clients next week. I. HAVE. CLIENTS! I’m going to have business cards, and my own assistant, and office. I think I may have died and am dreaming!

I am completely terrified and excited. I am not going to screw this up. They are giving me a great opportunity to grow and prove my worth. I thought for sure I would have to take a jr account job for 6-8 months before moving on to having my own department in a firm and my own list of clients but here I am!!

Account Executive of the consumer and lifestyle clients at a well-established firm!

I moved to New York hoping to get into PR with no real prior experience and after a year I finally have the dream job I was hoping for. In retrospect one year is really nothing! I moved pretty quickly actually and I am very proud of myself. It took some hard work, some patience and luck but I am exactly where I want to be! I feel like a real adult now haha. The future looks great, and although I sometimes felt I wasn’t on the right path I was. One goal done, so many more to go but I can do it.

Move to NYC- done

Last a year- done

Make friends- done (plus a bonus of an amazing bf who happens to be my best friend!)

Get settled into a place to live- done

Work in PR- done

Get dream job – DONE! 

Now, to get the fabulous New York wardrobe… 😛



Well, I guess after being here a year I am finally experiencing things a typical city person would experience in their house. These past two days my little fortress of solitude has been attacked by first a roach (or VERY large bug. Species unidentified) and tonight a mouse (btw- both were the same size..).

Last night, my friend Jay was over and we were getting ready to meet with our friends and have a fun girls night out. After primping we were collecting our stuff when I see the world biggest bug run across my hall. Thankfully, I have two cats and my girl, V took off after said bug which had just zig-zagged into the doorway of my room. She swatted it back to the hallway and proceeded to play with it (ie: repeatedly swatting it against the wall) until I stopped screaming long enough to grab a bowl and throw it over it. I had originally grabbed a cup but after looking at the thing again realized a cup was too small. I kid you not, this was the mouse/roach hybrid that they joke about on how I met your mother. I threw the bowl over it, which pissed off my cat, and jumped around in place for a good ten minutes. All the while Jay was also jumping around and screaming. Now, I am a grown women of 29. I am mature and responsible and capable of handling my own dilemmas. So like any other adult I knew what I had to do next. I called my mommy. 

After asking 3 times if I was drunk she finally calmed me down and told me some ways to get rid of said bug. I decided to ignore all her advice and do something on my own. Not the best idea in hindsight. 

Still dressed in my clubbing attire I proceeded to put on knee high rain boots and had the brilliant idea of pushing the bowl to the front door where I could then get rid of it. Great idea right? Wrong. One, there is a step up front where my door meets the stairway hallway and two, I couldn’t let the bug loose in my stairway to just let it find its way back in, or worse, lurk in the hall for the rest of my life (we all know these damn things live longer than us). So, there I am, boots on, bowl pushed up against the door frame, and Jay still bouncing and squealing behind me. 

This is where my next brilliant idea comes into play. I will slid a piece of paper under the bowl and VERY carefully carry the bowl/paper down four flights of stairs and onto the street where I will set it free and silently pray it gets hit by a car. What could possibly go wrong with this plan? So I find a piece of paper, slide it under and step back to get the nerves to pick up the paper. After dancing around and a few fake out attempts I suck it up, grab the paper by the sides, lift it up and BAM! Out jumps the roach! The next five minutes are a blur of screaming at the top of my lungs, slamming the front door close so  it couldn’t get back in and running to the far side of the house, shutting doors behind me like I’m trying to block a serial killer.  I eventually got a hold of myself, stopped screaming and then shook Jay so she would stop screaming too. We bravely walked back out and stood five feet from the front door trying to figure out what to do next. 

Eventually I grabbed a boot and had Jay SLOWLY open the front door so I cold look out and see where the demon from hell went. She hid behind the door and I crept out, wielding my fashionable weapon. I looked down, I looked left, I looked right, but it had seemed the thing had ran off in the night terrorize someone else. I stopped holding the boot in front of me like it was a knife and turned to go back inside when out of the corner of my eye came the faintest of movements. I snapped my head up and there the sucker was. On the ceiling right above the staircase. We were trapped. He had blocked our only path to freedom from this nightmare. I ran back inside to share this unfortunate news with Jay. The only way we were getting out was to go through it. After going through all the stage of denial we finally agreed we would have to sneak by it and get outside help. Jay went first, tip toeing down the first four steps till she was free from its path and then running like hell down the other flights. I was next. I slowly closed the door as to not startle it, even though we had been slamming the door all night, cursed myself for switching into my three inch stiletto heels instead of keeping my boots on and made my way down. 

I don’t know what his game plan was, but we both managed to make it all the way down and outside. I was struck by the irony of it being upstairs in the building and me being on the street, but decided to rectify that quickly. I confidently walked into the bar my apartment was over, found the only male bartender on duty and proceeded to beg him to come kill the big scary bug. After making fun of me he agreed, grabbed a rag and bravely walked up the stairs, swatted the thing down, stomped on it about ten times and wiped up the body to dispose of it. End of crisis, my home was once again my palace. 

That is, until about two hours ago. Less than 24 hours from the first attack a different method of torture has fallen upon me. I spent the day cleaning and bleaching my house top to bottom, had made a lovely dinner, cleaned up after, and was laying in bed writing for my book when I see my male cat Cass walk in with his toy in his mouth. I was smiling at him when he set his toy down and it ran under my bed. That’s when it dawned on me this was not a toy mouse, THIS WAS A REAL MOUSE. I wonder if the shock I got was what Pinocchio’s maker felt when he started running all around the room. I don’t know how that old mans heart was able to handle it!

I screamed “KILL IT!” and Cass, like the very good boy he is, ran under the bed and brought the mouse back to the rug and killed it. I crawled into the fetal position and cried. 

I have dispensed of the body, but I want this house to know that it has declared war and I plan on fighting back. I have two very trained, albeit slightly furry, killing assassins that are on duty 24/7, I am going to unleash chemical warfare tomorrow, and also, you know,I put up those sticky bug traps. So take THAT!

If none of that works, well… I’ll be looking for a new place to live. 😛 Wish me luck!