My first week as a New York intern was dramatic.

To make this as no-frills as possible here’s everything that happened squeezed into one paragraph:

I started my internship I got hired at in December on Monday. Was super excited. Pointy-toed pumps excited. Was told I was going to be working on the beauty brand’s PR and social media – perfect, exactly what I wanted. “Oh, you use Godaddy for your website? I have experience in that!” “Cool, we have someone who does that for us.” “I forwarded you the winners from our Facebook contest from our social media agency, can you mail their gifts?” “I’m sending these ideas to our blog girl at the agency for her to write up for the site.” I’m sorry – why am I here if everything I was told I would be doing is done through external vendors?

I lied, this will take more than one paragraph.

So by the grace of God my BFF Shelbi, who I’m living with here, had a girl quit at the fashion PR agency she’s interning at that same day. I immediately sent her supervisor my resume, had an interview the next day and got hired on the spot. Awesome. After consulting numerous professors (who are awesome, by the way) I decided it would be best for me to take this new position. New to the quitting game, I thought I was going to vomit the entire rest of the day after making that phone call, but as my professors all told me, I’m here to groom myself for a future career – why waste my time at the other place just to say I stuck it out?

So here I am, fresh off my first event at my new job, where I rubbed elbows with George Kotsiopoulos (from E! Fashion Police) and other fashion industry professionals, and am so happy that I made the decision I did. Working at an agency is EXACTLY what I had in mind when I thought of New York, and I can’t wait to see what new adventures are ahead. Next stop, fashion week!