My internship started last week and it’s boring. Well, and somewhat demanding. This is a reason why I will never get a full-time job at the office.
Since last week, I have been pulling a five-day-six-night week. I am somewhat amazed that I can just sleep for about three hours a day, pull a nine-hour long office job, then a seven-hour shift at the bar. I guess I can now claim the title Charles gave me a few months ago: Superwoman
It was pretty much a lousy day yesterday with oversleeping, getting to internship an hour late, getting crap from the higher up folks, being demanded to do stuff that gets rejected 7863458976 times, re-doing those stuff 7863458977 times, listening to someone tell me something that I have been suppressing for months so now it becomes a reality, missing training because of internship, getting to work late because of internship…
Okay, basically, internship sucks.
That is why I wanted to go drinking. So, after work at half past three this morning, some colleagues and I ended up at a bar drinking beer and Chivas and watching the Chelsea-Liverpool match. I am not much of a soccer fan but I supported Liverpool this morning. In fact, everyone else was supporting them. But darn Chelsea! If that penalty was not scored, it could have been a draw.
Charlene was the only one rejoicing and making a whole lot of noise, irritating the shit out of everyone else (She is only supporting them because Liverpool kicked her team, Arsenal, out.)
I enjoyed myself tremendously. It made me forget (more or less) about my lousy day. And it made me look forward to working tonight
Yeah, I love working