Remember the 3 hour interview I told you about earlier? Well I got an email a couple of days later saying I have an interview for another clothing store at 11am Monday. Not, would you like to interview. You HAVE an interview. Anyways I went along and ended up getting the job! I’m pretty sure having an accent helped because everyone’s jaw dropped as soon as I spoke. That was fun. So I got the job, went to orientation, 3 days in – I quit. Retail is not for me. Especially when my first day on the sales floor was going to be on Black Friday. Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving and the equivalent of Boxing Day sales back home. Except over here during the sales people die and get injured. That was not going to be me. Oh and my bag got broken into on the first day. So yeah, the job hunt continues.
The second weekend here was busy and filled with trying new things. On Saturday I went to the Hipster Mecca that is Williamsburg and met up with another kiwi lass living over here on the same Visa – Louise. We walked around exploring until we got lured in by happy hour. Happy hour will always get you in the city, I guarantee it. So after bonding over a bottle of wine (the best way to get to know someone) we ended up going to a 90s party at a bar buried away in Brooklyn with some other kiwis. I don’t know what the 90’s were like in America, but that is not how I remember them. Music wise anyways. Although as my friend Matt said what was in the 90s for America probably didn’t get to New Zealand until the early 2000s. It hurt. But I was impressed with his knowledge of how far behind New Zealand is with stuff like that.
The weekend was filled with all kinds of fun and then apartment hunting. Seeing as we only had a week left at our Air Bnb accommodation, we thought we better get out there and see what real estate NY had to offer. It was.. interesting. Nobody wants to live with a couple, no matter how awesome we are. On Saturday we went and looked at two apartments. They were advertised on Craigslist as people renting a room out in their house. Just like Flatmates Wanted on TradeMe, but when we get there? Empty apartment. Turns out agents had advertised each of the rooms separately rather than as a whole apartment to rent. The rooms were lovely and cheap and of course too good to be true.
This week reality set in and I decided to dedicate my life to finding a job. I need to feel inspired to start job hunting though so we headed to East Village to find a somewhere to hang out for the day. We found this place nestled away down a quiet street, a lot different to the hustle and bustle of Starbucks. We walked in and there was just one guy working and cool looking people scattered around reading or on their laptops. I ordered a hot chocolate and the guy asked if I anted it with dark chocolate almond milk, I’d never heard of it but thought YOLO and went for it. It was disgusting. The guy had told me if I don’t like it to take it back and he’ll make me one with regular milk. As a New Zealander, or maybe it’s not even that, but I hate complaining and causing a scene. New York will soon kick that out of me though, you’ve got to speak up here. Once at a café in New Plymouth I ordered a salad, as I was going through the lettuce I saw a snail, just chillin. The friend I was with (also a New Zealander) was disgusted and forcing me to go and complain. My response? “At least it shows how fresh the lettuce is”. ANYWAY, back to the story at hand! I went back to the counter and asked if he could make it with regular milk and he did. The tipping culture is not imbedded in my brain yet, it’s taking some getting used to. So when I went to pay, the guy said it was $2, that was all I gave him and left. It wasn’t until after that I realised what a bitch I had been to make him make me these two different drinks and not even give him anything in return!
We’d had a pretty full on couple of days when we arrived so the rest of our first week was spent exploring small areas of the city. I absolutely love East Village and it’s somewhere we’ve been spending a lot of time. To live there would be a dream but it would also mean I would go bankrupt. You win some you lose some. Our first day in East Village consisted of bagels and St Marks Place. If you haven’t heard of St Marks Place it’s a street filled with punk stores, tattoo shops, awesome bars and food places – my idea of heaven pretty much.
The first week here was great because I felt like a tourist and left the job hunt right at the back of my mind, it got cosy back there getting to know my student loan. We packed a lot into each day which was extremely tiring and made jetlag A LOT worse.
The first two days didn’t really seem real as I was in a daze. We managed to master the subway pretty quick and have managed not to get too lost. Catching the subway is one of my favourite things to do in this city, there are so many interesting people that you just don’t see in New Zealand. Try not to make eye contact though, as they think you are staring and yell at you. This is a true story.
Right now I am sitting in a Starbucks on the corner of West 55th and 7th sipping on a Salted Caramel Mocha off their Holiday Classics menu and I can’t quite believe it. Since before I can remember I have had this overwhelming pull towards New York City and as depressing as it sounds I just thought it would be another dream that didn’t come true. But here I am and what a time I’ve had so far.
A writer, explorer, and music enthusiast. This site is where I share my thoughts, aspirations, adventures, and mishaps.