Monday, June 12th, 2017
(Just a fun picture I found. Credit: Comedy Central)

(Just a fun picture I found. Credit: Viacom)

Welp, originally they asked if I wanted to work two weeks and hold another two weeks for them.

Then, already, last Wednesday (just my 3rd day in), they started talking about the possibility of full-time.

Thursday, I was told it was gonna happen, everything just needed to be finalized. (And then I had to be quiet about it all weekend!!! *Wide-eyes-unbelievable-face*)

And ta-da! Monday, we finalized the deal. And I’m on the staff as an editor!!!

I can hardly even believe this happened. Like… what?

It was very sweet, even as my supervisor was talking to me about it – telling me she wanted to “welcome me to the family.” I have felt so very welcomed. Apparently, she asked practically everybody here who had even the tiniest bit to do with me, and everybody said to hire me. (So, yeah, I pretty much feel like the belle of the ball!)

It’s a nice group here, and I’m honored and proud to be a part of it.

So, there you have it. The dreams of 16-year-old-me’s heart are coming true, and it is pretty darn amazing!

Sunday, June 11th, 2017

The funniest/cutest thing I saw here was a hen party (that’s what they call a bachelorette party in jolly ol’ England). The group was all dressed up and they pushed a cart (like a baby stroller) that was full of alcohol they could drink throughout the course 😂

And they would stop and dance to the bands. It was very cute.

Also, I didn’t realize until someone told me race morning… you know how in America, running etiquette is that when you walk you do it to the right? Well, in England, you go to the left (of course – but that hadn’t even dawned on me).

Although, running anything after the first few corrals seems to be a little loosey-goosey in England. When I asked what side I should walk on, everyone was very much like, “it doesn’t matter.” People didn’t seem too concerned about time or anything. It was suuuuuuuper laid back – definitely a change from how it had been in Spain (my only other European race experience).

I walked the whole thing. I was just kind of exhausted. I know jet lag isn’t a great excuse and people can argue it’s not a real thing, but I was just tired! I’d been burning the candle at all ends with the running project and work and therapy and everything. So, I just walked.

The time limit of the full marathon was 6 hours, and they started an hour after us, so technically we had plenty of time – especially because our course was basically the last half of the full course. So… I wasn’t terribly worried about time – except.

It did state that there would be a van for both the half and full marathon. And I just thought “how?!” The course overlap so much how will you tell and why will you? 

Thankfully I had my full marathon bib, due to the happy accident of signing up for the wrong thing at the beginning of the season. So, at least if someone had to look (if I had to pull up my layers), maybe they wouldn’t question me.

I was so scared of a shuttle (that never came), that I went to the sidewalk and tried to just look like a pedestrian walking along. 

(I later learned that a human being acted as the “shuttle,” and walked along with the last person at the pace they set. So, it all would’ve been fine even if I hadn’t been hiding sort of in plain sight.)

I did go onto the road to make sure I hit all the splits, and yet none of them showed up in my results! I’m guessing it’s because my bib didn’t change from marathon to half in the system quickly enough, so it wasn’t equipped to do that. But that was kind of a bummer.

At some point, I stopped off at this place to grab a little food, and I saw this man outside just decked out in Donald Trump gear. Oh no. Where am I, and how was I transported here?

Thankfully, he was merely part of a stag party and was wearing it for a laugh. Phew! (Why would I imagine for even one second that anyone in England would actually like Trump?)

I went inside and asked how long food took, and it was gonna take 25 minutes, so I was leaving to go back on the course when the guys said, “no no no. Stay with us!” So I did. I ordered some food and took a beak hanging out with this stag party.

The food was exceptional. The company was hilarious. And soon enough, I was on my way.

They pointed me in the correct direction, and then I reached this area that kind of had this out and back loop-y stuff of the half marathon. And I wanted to make sure I didn’t go miles out of my way.

So, I asked a spectator nearby if she could tell me which way was which on the map. And then, because it became confusing as to why I’d wanna know that if I was some random person, I just blurted out that I was trying to find a friend in the race. 

She was being so helpful like, “oh, I have the tracker app! What’s your friend’s bib number!” 

“I uh… I don’t know.”

“That’s okay. What’s there name?”

“I’m sorry, could you just tell me which way is the right way to be on the path to the finish?”

“Well, let’s just see where your friend is! Maybe they haven’t passed this point yet.”

And this is why you don’t lie, kids!

You find yourself in a very uncomfortable weird semi-non-argument with a person trying to be so nice. 

And I totally, by this point, didn’t think I could say I was in the half. 

Eventually her and her friends just told me the path that led to the finish (not the turnaround), and I’m sure they thought I was SO weird (and they so have every right to). 

And I kept moving forward. 

When I was coming in at the end, I felt bad because the crowd was *electric,* and I just wanted to be like, “you probably shouldn’t be cheering this enthusiastically for me when I run by you, as I have walked until this point and I’m only doing 13.1.”

I’m sure all the marathoners loved it! Go them! That energy was dope.

And then, that was it. Half marathon complete.

I had one more day in Liverpool, and I’ll talk about that soon!

Saturday, June 10th, 2017

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Oh goodness. I’ve fallen a little behind on my race reports. So, here’s one to catch up.

I still hadn’t figured out my deal with sleep. And I still hadn’t even made it to Liverpool.

(Kind of everything was done at the last minute with this trip. My Liverpool hotel was literally booked while on the train from Manchester.)

Was I gonna stay in Manchester and go in the morning, or go to Liverpool the night before? Ultimately, I just stayed in Manchester and went in the morning. I checked into my hotel, and even had time to grab a little breakfast there before heading over across the street to get my bib. 

There seemed to be pretty big increased security (because of the bombing in Northern England earlier that week).

So it took a while to get everyone into the expo, but I think everyone got in… and there was a second start of the 5k, I think half an hour later. So even if people didn’t get in quite in time, they could still do the race.

After bib pickup, I headed to the start. There was a moment of silence for ye bombing victims and in this crowd of sooo many people, you could hear [what’s a more original way to say you could hear a pin drop? ‘Cause that’s what you could hear.]

As far as the race itself, I don’t have a lot to write home about. I just finished without falling asleep, so I call it a win.

You got to end running into a stadium which was pretty fun!

Before the race, you could only pick up your 5k bib, and you had to go back afterward for your marathon or half bib. So, after the race, I did that.

I had accidentally signed up for the full marathon, and thankfully they let me go down to the half. (I’ve heard there can be way more issues with this in the international races, but it was all cool.) 

However, they let me keep the full bib, which came in handy the next day… but… I’ll talk about that tomorrow!

Friday, June 9th, 2017

I still have things to say about sexual assault and BMI and my time in New York and all this stuff… A lot of it already exists but I’ve been either too sad or too lazy or too “busy” to put in all the final words of my posts and post them. So, I’m not gonna say that you will never hear about the effects of sexual assault or my weirdly complicated relationship with New York. (You probably will – though of course, you don’t have to read when I finally get around to posting that stuff :-))

But anyway…

I’ve said a lot (whether here, or in my head, or to my friends, etc.) that I’m really sad that the sexual assault happened when in my life it did, because all these wonderful dreams were coming true. I finally got to live in midtown on the island of Manhattan. I finally got to work on a political comedy show I was really proud of. And I finally got into BMI. Everything was exactly what I wanted…

Yet, I felt like I didn’t enjoy a lot of it, because I was distracted a lot, and sick kind of often, and just dealing with the effects of PTSD and everything. Barely anything even felt real. It was like I just was numb and couldn’t really feel anything…

And that was one of the saddest parts to me was, “How am I not truly feeling the best time of my life? This feels so unfair and devastating.”

And now… here we are again.

I’m not just living in midtown, I’m living in a better part of midtown! I’m in Times Square – like I dreamed of since I was a girl. I’m also working on The freaking DAILY SHOW – a show I’ve been watching since I was a teenager. And now I’m working on it! And, I (supposedly, fingers crossed), am supposed to get to go back to BMI in the fall (assuming I think I can handle it and that I can actually get out early enough on Mondays at work to make it there).

I’m getting everything I wanted before, just like the potentially even-better-in-some-ways versions.

I’ve talked before about how it used to feel sometimes like New York was kind of kicking me out – how every time I dug my heels in and said I wanted to stay, a show would be cancelled and I wouldn’t be able to get a job, or any number of things would happen, and things would aaalways open up in California. And it’s like, “Dang! The universe seems to really be pushing me out of New York and toward California, like, hardcore.”

And I’d always try to come back, like, “You don’t understand, universe! I’m supposed to be in New York!”

And even when aaaall the puzzle pieces started fitting together perfectly – the dream job, a good apartment, all of that – it seems like it still wasn’t gonna work out.

And yet, here we are. I found practically the perfect apartment. A job at The Daily Show fell out of the sky when I checked my email while in Belgium, and someone had recommended me. The universe that seemed to be kicking me out seems to be welcoming me back in.

Whether I can accept that welcoming or not remains to be seen. Whether it all actually works out now, who knows?

But if I can’t figure out a way to feel happy and welcome and safe and comfortable (and ecstatic) here in New York like this, with this set-up… then I don’t know how I ever could.

So, I guess we’ll see!

Thursday, June 8th, 2017
(The end of this gif is "How dare you? ... Tell us things we already know! ... We didn't pay to drink for this!"

(The end of this gif is “How dare you? … Tell us things we already know! … We didn’t pay to drink for this!”

Ooooooh goodness gracious. I’ve been craving working on a political show again!

And I’m getting it!

The other night on Rachel Maddow, she said, ‘I’m not that kind of doctor, but I’m giving a doctor’s excuse to all of you to stay home tomorrow to watch the James Comey testimony.’

Yeah… At a lot of places, watching the Comey testimony would’ve been a distraction from your work… But here… This was my work!

When I walked into work, it was on in every person’s office. (And I turned it on in mine.) And mid-hearing a producer walked on with the first montage I got to build!

It was a crazy day with montages built and montages cut. But I was just so happy instead of grabbing a little politics while I worked – to have it be all intertwined up together.

I’m really happy here 🙂

Wednesday, June 7th, 2017
(and old pic of me and my new boss :-))

(An old pic of me and my new boss :-))

I won’t just be doing “Days at The Daily Show” posts forever. But I’m doin’ ’em right now!

It is truly amazing to feel just so right at home at the Avid… When I worked on The Nightly Show, I thought I was plenty competent, and ultimately things always worked out. But sometimes I got a little flustered here and there – trying to remember all the little things you have to do before you turn in a roll – but having to do it at the last minute as we’re adding stuff so quickly…

And sometimes being asked questions that it felt like it took me a little too long to figure out.

I was good enough to do the job, but with any job there’s a learning curve and I was in it.

But now, I know what I’m doing!

Even though every single person at The Nightly Show treated me with oh so much respect (and like an editor after I became one), it never changed the fact that I still just was the baby editor. That’s who I was. I was the newest editor still learning. And people were patient and kind and lovely. But it feels a lot nicer to be “the girl who’s done this before.” “Oh, she cut headlines at The Nightly Show.”

It feels good to feel in control at the computer – like I can do whatever it is people need me to do. I can keep up with the pace okay. It’s more like second nature now.

And I just love it!

Until tomorrow…

Tuesday, June 6th, 2017

Okay, I didn’t know if I was gonna talk about The Daily Show in real-time here on the blog, but I just wanted to share a story today that tickled me a little.

I’m still meeting people on staff. (It’s a big staff, and I’ve been here exactly one day. So, of course I have a bunch more people to meet.) And in the lunch line, I asked someone for his name and he told me. Then after he asked for my name and I said, “Aurora,” he said, “Are you an intern here?” (The summer interns also recently started.)

And I said, “Oh, I’m an editor.” And he was said, “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! You just look so young! I figured you had to be an intern.”

And now we’re best friends forever (obviously).