I think karma may be on my side for once. I arrived at 155 Cecil B Moore, Philadelphia, PA without getting terribly lost or pillaged and raped. Though I was slightly annoyed that the locals considered the sidewalks extensions of their body shops by parking their broke ass cars on them, causing me to cross the street at least once per block. But complaining will get me no where fast.
I'm glad I brought at least some work with me, though I wish I had brought some more from MICA home with me. Like my Squid Vicious at least. But I had my Visual Pun series in progress, the shoe hat, and my insane lace knit tunic dress.
The husband and wife interviewing me were very nice and not very intimidating so I was not extremely nervous and had a good time talking with them. The wife gave me a tour and explained what exactly Printfresh does and all that. Very heavy stuff for a tiny company located in bumblefuck Philly.
After about 20 minutes, I left Printfresh feeling pretty confident that I had done my best job and whether I get it or not, I know that I'm not kicking myself for something stupid I said or forgot to say, which is a small personal victory.
I hoped the EL train back to center city where I wandered aimlessly for an hour and before grabbing my third coffee of the day and heading back to Jersey. After some nostalgia, familiar graffiti (mad face), and the ever present stench of urine filling my nostrils, I arrived back home where my car was still waiting for me.
Will I be able to actually accept this internship if offered? Depends on my living situation. Apparently, I have some 2nd cousins in Philly I don't think I've ever met, but perhaps could bum off of if need be. Or if my friends gets an internship at the PMA, then maybe we could find an apartment on the cheap. There's always sublets out there I'm sure. It's all up in the air for now.
I'll leave it at that.
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