So working this internship has confirmed what I already knew:
1. I can’t work in an office setting. Unless it’s a very nicely decorated office w/ a great view.
2. I CAN NOT, WILL NOT work under anybody.
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In other unimportant news, I am broke. What’s new?
Shining Inheritance is over.. it was a good run while it lasted.
Options after college:
1. Backpack through Europe
2. Get a job. Work the 9-5 5 days a week. Pretend I like the job. Pretend I like the people. Get fat. (A little exaggeration here. Very little.)
3. Start studying for the LSATs. Prepare to work in foreign policy and human rights in D.C. A noble cause, but to be honest I am no Mother Theresa and I can feel myself getting jaded very fast. Starting around the time I open my first LSAT prep book.
4. Get myself disowned and leave for NY and pursue fashion. Low salary. Crappy apartment in the Bronx. Probably working one paid job (waitressing?) and one unpaid fashion internship.
At least I have options.
There used to be this kid in school, my grade, a boy. No, I did not have a crush on him. We took some of the same classes. He was quiet so we weren’t classroom buddies, but he’d still laugh at what the louder ones would say. And whenever we saw each other in the hallways, we would always say hi like we knew each other really well, but we didn’t.. not really.
And today, I found out that he passed away late last month. How trippy is that?
This happened to me twice, except the other girl I was actually pretty close to in elementary school. I got the news 2 months later.
It’s weird isn’t it. While I was celebrating fourth of July, his family and friends were saying good-bye.
When I was a kid, I used to be scared during the 3 days that led to Easter. Why? Because I thought Jesus wasn’t alive during those 3 days, so the devil could pop up somewhere at any moment. I would get so scared that I didn’t like being in a room by myself and I would never enter an unlit room.
I told this to someone once and they thought it was pretty damn cute.. but actually, it’s not.
It’s actually pretty scary. Not that the devil is scary, but that I feared him more than I thanked, loved, believed in God and Jesus.
Jesus once said that we should have a childlike faith. But the more I think about my childhood faith, the more I see how it wasn’t childlike enough.
Oh the woes of man!
