BY KELSEY HOR
As any young college student nearing graduation and eager to get their feet wet in the job market, getting an internship this past summer was the only thing on my mind. I had two internships: one in New York working for a public relations firm and another in a marketing position for an artist in Connecticut. Going back and forth between two states every week was an interesting experience, and it never left me with a lack of motivation.
My New York internship was much busier than the other. Like most jobs, the public relations firm demanded that my work be done in a quick, timely fashion. I frequently wrote articles and helped develop press media kits for the firm. However, I soon found that running errands in the city was the most chaotic of my internship responsibilities.
As a native New Yorker and city girl I thought to myself, “what could possibly go wrong?” A lot, apparently.
I remember one day in particular being super hectic. The film “Devil Wears Prada” is most similar to my experience and the amount of running I had to do that day from the upper-east to upper-west side.
My boss was hosting an event and she needed me to make some last-minute errand runs. Unlike the famous movie, my boss was super sweet and a very lively, open person. If she asked me to go on these little trips I was always happy to do so. I went on my errands not only because my boss was kind to me, but also just to keep myself busy and active during the day. After all, I’m a city girl and you know what they say: “it’s the city (and people, in my case) that never sleeps.”
There were a few things on my list to pick up for that coming night. I had to go to Kinkos and print out a bunch of papers and ad flyers, pick up a few packages from FedEx, and pick up a list of very specific office supplies from Staples.
My day started off pretty well at first. I got settled into the office, made some coffee and ran to the subway to get to Kinkos and print my ads. After, I made it to Staples on Lexington Ave and tried to get each specific thing my boss wanted on the list, and it was an absolute struggle. You’d think that Staples, being an office supply store, would have enough red laminated folders in stock.
The worst part of that day by far was when I had to walk around barefoot on the city streets.
From those long walks from store to store, my feet were killing me. My heels had given out from walking so much and broke on me—just my luck when I was trying to make a good impression on my boss and the firm’s investors. After walking barefoot on 20 blocks of the gross concrete sidewalks of New York City, I can safely say that that was probably the roughest day of work I’ve ever had. The whole time I was afraid of stepping on a piece of gum or glass, and running around barefoot ended up delaying my return to the office until I found the cheapest store to buy shoes. Who knew that some shoe stores in the city charged 30 bucks for a simple pair of flip-flops?
Thankfully, after searching through five different stores throughout the city I finally found what I needed. I managed to arrive at the event with everything my boss needed and felt the greatest sense of relief in my life.
So the moral of the story is this: when you’re walking long distances and running errands, or even making a visit to the city, always wear protective footwear. It can get messy if you don’t.