Back to reality

After a lovely fourth of July weekend in Connecticut, I am back to the white lights of the pit and the incriminating brightness of the computer screen. Have I ranted lately about how there is absolutely no way I would be able to maintain a constantly behind-the-desk job for the rest of my life? I hope so, because it's true. I know now I need to put in my time in the cubicle, in front of the PC, so I can prove my worthiness as a typing extraordinaire. Yet, having this internship is helped me realize a lot about what I don't want to do for a living... perhaps a lot more than what I do want to do. The former is just as valuable as the latter though, in my opinion. So today has gone by relatively fast actually. This morning we had to get all of the press clippings from Friday through today since Friday was an official holiday. I proof-read something for one of the people in our department and I also got to use the label making machine for the first time to help her make a binder. She's moving to a different department next week so she is putting together an info binder for the person who takes over for her. I wish I could say I really learned something today, but other than the wonders of a label maker, everything is pretty much the same as it was in the past few weeks. I'm excited though because this coming Friday there is a party to reveal the new Knicks City Dancers since the auditions are finishing this week. We're working at it so I should have the opportunity to learn a little more about event execution. If I don't do broadcast journalism, event planning in the athletic realm is what I want to do for sure. I know that would require behind-the-desk work as well... I mean EVERYTHING does in a sense, but it would also provide an opportunity to get out and about and do some more hands-on things rather than typing and reading and staring at computer screens. I finally finished reading Into the Wild last week and I really liked it. I think that if I was ever asked in an interview about a person I'd like to have dinner/lunch/coffee with, it would be Alex/Chris McCandless. He had to be an intriguing person with a lot to say about the world around him. Surely he was a cynic, but cynics are healthy. Cynics teach you to love the things that they hate or to realize the need for hate for the things they love. If that makes sense... Anyway, I hope at some point this week I get some more to share on my blodge because I'm running low. I could go on a rant about Sarah Palin, but I'll pass. I'm still burnt out from arguing against her in my Pol. Comm. class.