New York City

New York City: The Media Capital of the world and here I am.

I've wanted to come here my entire life (well really since my senior year in high school when I decided to pursue broadcasting as a career). Finally, I find myself right where I have wanted to be for so long. I don't think I've ever seen so much diversity and so much tourism. It's immense. There's no way anyone could ever possibly be bored in the Big Apple. There's dining from every kind of restaurant imaginable. Entertainment ranges from clubs to theaters, shopping and just good old hanging out with friends. All I have to do now is go out there and find me buddies to explore with.

Today, as part of my adventure in the job searching field, I decided to personally deliver a couple resumes to the Telemundo and Univision studios. Unfortunately for me, it didn't go as planned. I spent about 40 mins locating the Univision station only to find out I located their business offices and not broadcasting location. The good thing, however, was the nice guard at reception who called the Univision offices and helped me locate the correct address. He was such a pleasant person and made me feel better even though he didn't know it. The dreadful part, though, was yet to come.

I took on my next errand to find the Telemundo station in NYC so I could also drop off my resume. Sure enough, I found Rockefeller Plaza fast and easy. I walked in to ask the security guard at reception how to locate the Telemundo studio in the building. I was told to provide the name of the person I was looking for before I could be let in. Well since I wasn't looking for anyone in particular and only knew it was the news director I wanted to see, I started trying make an effort and remember what his name was from the previous year I had randomly met him at a NAHJ/UNITY event. I stood there for a good 20 mins attempting to figure it out on my envy touch and it was worth it because I located his name thanks to Google. I told the guard his name only to have her tell me he was no longer in that building and they had moved the studio to 135 Madison Ave. Well things only got worse from there.

I started on my next search to find this new location. I walked to Madison Ave and realized I was in the 400's. This was a long way from the 135's, so I decided to take the subway and head south for a couple stops. I was a little lost for a while, but finally found the nearest sub train, got on it and got off at 25th st where I thought the 130's would be (this whole procedure took me 40 mins, so you could imagine how tired I was from walking). Finally, after nearly an hour of trying to find this place, I located it. To my unwanted surprise, it turned out that 135 Madison Ave was a stupid old carpet store and hotel. I don't even think they were in business!! I was so mad at the security guard from the Rockefeller Plaza I wanted to go back and yell at her. I gave up searching for the day, went to my favorite spot at Times Square where this picture is, sat for a while to relax, and started my journey back to my new home in Harlem where my nice comfy bed awaited for me to take a nap.

Day over!