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The worst Mondays are the ones when you didn't sleep well Sunday night, you drank too much coffee to wake up in the morning, you get the shakes from an overload of caffeine, and begin to feel a bit ill from the food you eat to make said shakes go away.
And it's barely noon.
In other news, I've decided never to go into public relations. Not to say I haven't been having a great time working at the Museum (definately have--great atmosphere, greater people), but I don't think I can spend my life worrying about mailings. Here's what I've discovered about myself through this internship:
1. I HATE stuffing envelopes.
2. Surprisingly, I like research quite a bit.
3. I'm not too hot on the 8-5 office gig.
4. Still a good writer, even at this level.
5. I rock out with online Tetris.
6. I despise copy machines of all races and creeds.
So, to conclude, being an intern/work-study kid is no fun for me. I must therefore find a way to graduate and get a sexy job right out of college. *Sigh.* My hopes are not high.
And it's barely noon.
In other news, I've decided never to go into public relations. Not to say I haven't been having a great time working at the Museum (definately have--great atmosphere, greater people), but I don't think I can spend my life worrying about mailings. Here's what I've discovered about myself through this internship:
1. I HATE stuffing envelopes.
2. Surprisingly, I like research quite a bit.
3. I'm not too hot on the 8-5 office gig.
4. Still a good writer, even at this level.
5. I rock out with online Tetris.
6. I despise copy machines of all races and creeds.
So, to conclude, being an intern/work-study kid is no fun for me. I must therefore find a way to graduate and get a sexy job right out of college. *Sigh.* My hopes are not high.