Newspapers are dead. NOT

A quick little post here before I leave work and get going on my weekend exploits. I take the train into the city two days a week, and have noticed a reoccuring trend. Granted, newspapers are slowly moving into an almost completely online industry, the abilitiy to get the news for fifty cents and keep your self occupied on a train is something that will never go away. Almost half of hte people on the morning train have a paper in their hands. There's just something about that smell of coffee and fresh newspaper ink that gets epople going in the morning. Nothing substancial here, but a worthy observation none the less.

Welcome to the Real World

On Wednesday, I started working at a Public Relations/Marketing firm in the city called the Rosen Group. As soon as I found out I had been awarded this internship, which was only about two weeks before I began, I couldn't wait for it to start. I viewed this as a chance to escape the college life for two days a week, and get on with the rest of my life. The internship is nothing less than I hoped it would be. I am immersed in the public relations culture, calling companies, measuring online data and inputting it into an excel spread sheet. Despite my overall excitement, I came to a stark realization as I was crammed on the Metro North Train at 6:54 A.M: Fairfield is an absolute country club compared to reality.
My two years at Fairfield have been what I thought were hectic, stressful, and an overall hassle in many respects. My first dip into the concrete jungle where I will hopefully spend the majority of my professional career has quickly decimated that original view. Pressure to get work done, being a novice in an office full of veterans, and not having a sure idea of what your doing but doing it anyway have been my routine throughout the workday. I am in a cab at 6:45 am and do not arrive back on campus till after eight. This grueling schedule is not only draining physically, but also financially.
In the past three days I have learned that no matter what happens on the Fairfield campus (aside from power tripping resident assistants and glorified mall security officers better known as public safety) it is a cake walk compared to what awaits us after our final walk down the graduation aisle.