The President Came to Town
The President of the United States, home of the free, land of the brave, visited New York City yesterday. People thronged along 34th street between 8th and 9th that evening as I walked home, pressing up against the long metal barricades erected by NYC’s finest. Black school girls did chants, white Rastafarians looked cool and grungy, holding up big ’Make it Legal’ signs and I went to the YMCA and did yoga instead. I know, I know, I go to college for a reason, but 10 hours of staring at a computer screen will do that to a girl. And besides, with Obama in the media so much, I can probably YouTube him tonight and get a better view than if I had stayed with the hordes.
We’re shipping articles to Washington DC (National Geographic headquarters) this week and the pace at work is frantic. I got to work at 9:30am (we usually start around 10) and except for taking a few minutes for lunch with the other interns, my butt was firmly planted to my red yoga ball until 6:30. My eyeballs must be getting muscles of steel worked into them. Ok, so maybe I did cycle between my yoga ball and the copy machine, but that was it, I swear! And every time I came back to my desk another stack of something was waiting for me to fix in Illustrator, Quark (who names their computer program Quark?) or Photoshop. I love the pace! The people I work with are awesome, and we got through the day with Pandora (my favorite internet site EVER) and a little bit of laughter. So anyhow, that’s why I skipped the Pres’ and did some down dogs instead. In New York City, life goes on.
-Peace,
Claire, the Art and Production Intern
Claire-
Fantastic! Thank you for the post.