Say Whaa!?!?

Guess what? No rain today! The weather was quite nice and I was able to get out and explore a little bit. This is the view from my room, not too shabby, eh? If you make the image larger, you can see the Chrysler Building in the far left corner.

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The productivity bug bit me today and enabled me to do some things I've been putting off for too long, i.e. updating my resume, adding content to my LinkedIn account and cleaning up my room.

In other news, the United Nations made a huge food donation to a Third World Country. Yep, you guessed it, Mama Walk is the UN - I am the Third World Country. Here is a partial list of the goodies I received: chips, crackers, canned fruit, soup, pasta, spaghetti sauce, whole wheat bread, jelly, peanut butter, green beans, corn, disposable baking pans, mashed potato mix, evaporated milk and blueberry muffin mix...you get the picture. Thanks, mom!

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A Week in Review

Ok, so I haven't been around lately - my apologies. I'm still discovering my voice and the direction in which to take this soon-to-be masterpiece.

I'm definitely enjoying my job and am working on some pretty cool projects. eBay (client) launched a three day campaign in the form of a game show titled "Let's Make a Daily Deal, a nod to "Lets Make a Deal" - a popular game show from the 1960s. The game show started on Monday and ended on Wednesday with Mario Cantone from Sex and the City as the host and a guest appearance from Monty Hall on Tuesday.

Prior to Wednesday, I was conducting some social media monitoring and writing reports to track the online conversation around the event and the Daily Deals program. On Wednesday, my supervisors let me out of my cage and into the streets where I conducted interviews with contestants as they eagerly waited to enter Times Square Studio, which was decked out eBay style. Good times.

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I purchased a camera today. Apparently, I left my other one back in Austin. Anyway, I'll start taking some fotografias to go along with my posts.

Today, while I was walking to Best Buy, I heard music playing and noticed a large crowd of people huddled a man sitting on the sidewalk. The man was sitting on a bucket and had an assortment of pots, pans and other cooking utensils scattered around him. The song he created was pretty catchy and the crowd was really into it. The little kids started dancing as the onlookers opened their wallets as though it were collection time at church. NYC is such a cool place. It was nice to get out for a bit and not need a canoe to navigate the streets. It has rained almost everyday since I've been here.

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In the Beginning...

Huddle 'round, kids. I wanna tell y'all a story.

*Flashback to May 30 - June 1, 2009*

The week prior to my move to New York was less than exciting by any measure. Because I love the stress that comes with doing things at the very last moment, I moved out of my apartment and packed for a summer in the Big Apple in four days time. Awesome idea, I know. On Saturday, May 30, I departed from Austin and arrived on The Mountain (my hometown: Beaumont, Texas - more to come on this) late that night and went through my luggage to make sure I didn't pack my lighter fluid, meat cleavers or swords in my luggage. After a few hours of sleep, the family loaded up the truck and we made our way to Houston for my grand departure. We said our goodbyes and I made my way through security and boarded the plane. I was exhausted at this point and would have loved nothing more than to curl into the fetal position and sleep for three days.

On the plane, I was determined to get some sleep. I was green with envy as everyone around me snuggled into their seats, selected the "sleepy time" playlists on their iPods and dozed off. As my eyes started to close, I was jerked back to reality by the screeching of a small infant. The mother tried her best to hush her little one, but he was persistent and cried for what seemed like an eternity. The mother's other child was about 5-years-old and sat directly behind me. He had fun pinching my ears and slapping me across the top of the head when his mother wasn't looking. Yea, you guessed it - no sleep for me on the plane.

Finally, I land in New York Citay! Before I get on the Super Shuttle, I do a self-check to make sure I have all of my belongings.

"Wallet? Check. Two suitcases? Check. Backpack? Check. Looks like I'm good to go."

I get on the Super Shuttle and ride around for about 2 hours as the other passengers are dropped off. We get to my place and an overwhelming sense of joy washes over me. Like a dehydrated man in the desert, I run towards the mirage of my summer housing, ready to unpack my bags and take a nap. I take my bags and go into the lobby and perform another self-check while I wait for the receptionist to set me up in a room.

"Wallet? Check. Two suitcases? Check. Backpack?....umm, backpack?!? Oh *insert expletive here*!"

I run outside and place my hands on top of my head as I see all the cars driving by with no Super Shuttle in sight. Let me give you a little rundown of the treats in my b-pack and you will understand why I'd rather walk barefoot on flaming coals than experience this again.

My backpack contained:

• Laptop (No explanation needed)
• Passport (Ditto)
• External hard drive (8000+ songs, work samples from prior internships and important documents)
• 2 checkbooks for different accounts (Wrong thing to lose)
• Check card (Even worse thing to lose)
• Important papers for work (I was given explicit instructions to bring these on my first day)
• Phone charger (My cell was down to 30% and I had some serious phone calls to make)

Basically, everything I needed to survive for the summer and everything anyone off the street needed to steal my identity.

I frantically call Super Shuttle and was reassured that my bag was safe with the driver. The dispatcher took my number and said the driver would call me later when he wasn't on call to work out a time to drop off the goods. My dad and I spend the next 24 hours going back and forth with Super Shuttle as they worked to locate the driver with the nondescript North Face bag holding my most prized worldly possessions.

The next day, the driver makes contact with me and returns my bag. A hasty look through its contents revealed that everything was accounted for! I gave him a generous tip and said a quick prayer of gratitude as my heart stopped trying to jump through my chest to punch me in the head for doing such a foolish thing. I still haven't told my mom this story - she would flip 12 kinds of crazy if she knew.

That night, I went to La Linea to have a drink and calm my nerves. I spoke with the bartendress, Robyn, and explained my journey from Texas to NYC. "Welcome to the city," she said. To which I simply replied "Thanks, Robyn, it has been quite an adventure thus far. Lord knows what will happen next..."

Lessons learned:

• Get plenty of sleep
• Don't pack all of your important things in one bag
• When traveling, keep your phone charged
• Be nice to service people - they handle your things

dw