August 28, 2005
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My work is this odd brainwashhybrid: menial meets noble, and my
roommate darling and my spirits high, sadly, I feel, the result of coed
interaction, finally, which I could have gotten to begin with. No
matter! I’ll think of it as an extended summer job, with an emphasis on
the cashflow and corporate exposure and will say to myself seven times
a day I’m an Intern, it’s a Little to be Anticipated this triviality.
What I’ve been doing is: (albeit much-needed) socializing,
incessantly–sushi hystericallaughterfests, cocktail parties, wine
tastings, watching Al Capone specials on the History Channel and
hottubbing with Heinekens with my new Urban Family of sorts, Krissy and
Jeff, with far-reaching othersstrata but mainly and always back to
those two. OHMYGOSH I can’t stand up straight after nine hours in three
and a half inch heels, I took them off and security laughed at me
prancing into the complex in stockinged feet and Rainbows. If I can
survive four more hours of it in the morning I’m having dinner in this
gracious verandahed Mediterranean place for the madre’s birthday,
imbibing all the white wine I can handle, then running around Epcot
with some friends before Japanese and a MUCHNEEDED night spent at my
parents’ before the day off I’d die without we’ll spend sunning in
Cocoa Beach. Goodness. I’m getting a library card tomorrow, and I’ll do
everything I need to by Thursday, how’s that? Erin’s near, Emily too,
even, but not Nick, and gosh I miss feeling that way. I think being in
the same time zone at long last’ll aid that, but sheesh, we haven’t had
a conversation where he’s not distracted or I’m not hysterical or he’s
not hungry or I’m not tipsy in a week, and it’s been the most
burstingattheseems week I’ve experienced in a while so it’s
particularly awful. I like knowing even things like I had Crispix or My
run was cut short, and tonight we had jobs applied for and plans
dramatically altered. I hate sweeping overviews and I need to be more
disciplined, but Monday I’m mailing him Dinosaur stickers and cigars
for him and the boys, and god hopefully I’ll be able to set aside time
I’d kill to be spending with him to talk and write and think. Three hours of sleep a night on
average’s no good, and neither is my coked-up-seeming inability to slow
down. AAAAAH, WORKING WORLD.
Comments (2)
internship (n.): bitch-work done under the guise of enhancing a résumé. a “good” internship is commonly defined as one which compensates well, with bonus points given for menial tasks that ostensibly grease the wheels of achieving a meaningful, if abstract, objective, such as public health or artistic integrity. an internship that does not renumerate so well may be redeemed by a sympathetic cohort of fellow workers, with peerage possibly established from a necessary united front against managerial incompetence, bureaucracy, impossibly mundane reality with all its diverse predictables, and/or poor renumeration or thanks for work. sustenance in the form of pizza, beverages, falafel or baked goods may mark this refreshingly mitigating environ, otherwise known as “chill.” the essence of internship is not the work one does per se, but the interactions with actual professionals while slogging through this.
by definition, an internship is not good if it is merely a sinecure, in the sense that one is preparing for a career, not retirement. better to be coked up and numb: “when there is nothing left to burn, you must set yourself on fire.”
kudos, and never did i think i’d be so ready for class again. i will to will to see you somewhere off bleecker or madison this coming year.
My goodness I had no idea you were living in Orlando!! When are you going to come see me, love? I would greatly appreciate the visit. Glen said when his house gets done he’s going to have a big cookout/gunion reunion. Lol, gotta love those. Hopefully I’ll see you there because me, my momma, and Jena are going! ttyl hun.
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