I MUST SAY, kiddos, it actually, physically pains me to catch a glimpse of the date above my previous blog post and compare it to today's. 27 days. 27 whole flipping days of me not putting thoughts on paper..or web..whichever. Any journalist would surely level with me. So without further ado, I must get down to it. Over the past few weeks since I've been home, I've managed to take off on a whole new adventure. I'm writing to tell you that my days of sleeping until noon are no more. No longer do I binge watch movies until 5 in the morning or visit my various vacation homes, i.e. nearby boutiques, without a care in the world. "But Ale," you may exclaim. "This is unlike you! Are you all right? Are you going through a phase? Should we seek medical attention?" No, no, my darlings-- none of that. I have simply traded in my leggings for slacks and texas tank tops for button downs. In other words, I have officially accepted a job. I'm talking desk-sitting, email-sending, meeting-going, project-planning kind of job. 8-5, 5 days a week. Guys, I have my own landline AND a stack of accordion sticky-notes.
Now, it's been about 2 weeks since I started, and I must confess, I absolutely adore it. I love using my giant purse everyday because I actually need the space, (because really, who uses briefcases anymore?) I love the fact that I'm doing something not many thought I would do... and seriously.
Having a more serious job like this, I find myself in a boardroom with a handful of middle-aged men. I am surrounded by people who are attending their best-friends weddings, who have their own houses, decorated with diplomas both of their completed undergraduate and graduate careers. The other day I spent an hour trying to convince my friend that I try not to believe in growing up. That it was in my best interest now to stay a carefree teenager with an unhealthy addiction to both coffee and cyberspace. But without knowing, I have landed the position I am in now, with an ID badge around my neck and weekly time sheets to fill out. I have been forced to make more life-changing decisions, to truly explain myself-clearly, to answer questions without turning first to my parents. It is new, and terrifying, and a hell of a lot of fun. Because if I look around, I notice I am not the only one. The other interns come from all over the world (one is from South Africa and his accent is the greatest thing since candy-coated chocolate.) They've had their own college experiences and means of getting to where they are. But in the end, they're all just like me. Flinging themselves out into the deep end and hoping they learn something in the process.
Hopefully I can find the time in the next few weeks to start things up regularly- I hate not talking to you all--even though I'm really not sure if there's anyone out there at all--but oh well, ignorance is bliss I suppose. Check out my tips page as they will now be geared toward all of you wonderful little chickies who are finding work during this long vacation. If not, kudos to you too-- sip a frozen margarita for me...and then check out the page anyways.
Hugs and kisses to you all from the cubicle (which is really an awkward pentagonal shape rather than a cube but whatever).
XOXO,
Ale
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