More it changes, more it stays the same...
So I went to my internship yesterday. It was supposed to be my Hour of Glory, you know, showing the posters and folders David and I spent countless hours working on.
I don't know how I thought it would go, or what were the reactions I expected. What I know is that I didn't get it, for everytime I think about that reunion I get a little more depressed.
Were they happy? Oh yes. But strangely I didn't feel our work validated by their "it's neat!" and "thanks". They don't know how much work went into it and they weren't interested in the slightest.
I feel bad. I wasn't able to keep a positive attitude after it. God knows David doesn't need another person to whine about this project.
Maybe I was just naive to think things would change after school. You know, that people would suddenly become adult about issues that grate on my nerves.
...but you know what? Everything comes to those who wait. When April will arrive (=end of internship), they'll be in deep shit. That folder needs to be changed each season and I'm the only one who knows how to use Photoshop. Mwahaha.
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In other news, it seems it's the week for Bad News In One Shot. Mine don't top Amanda's, but my bro failed his French Provincial Exam, which puts his whole admission to University in danger. We're all shocked because he's a crack at languages. Even him doesn't understand what happened and his whole self-esteem is crumbling to dust. As for my aunt, her favourite cat died last month, and another one yesterday. If it's not enough for you, a virus spreaded to the other cats. Where does it comes from, you ask? Well, some vet did a poor job and deemed a cat healthy when it wasn't. Result: he infected all the others. Now she has to cancel her vacations to stay with her cats, and deal with a depressed lover. Mom and I want to visit them, if only to stop their cycle of exchanging negative energy, but we can't because we have cats too and that virus is highly contagious. Raaah.
I don't know how I thought it would go, or what were the reactions I expected. What I know is that I didn't get it, for everytime I think about that reunion I get a little more depressed.
Were they happy? Oh yes. But strangely I didn't feel our work validated by their "it's neat!" and "thanks". They don't know how much work went into it and they weren't interested in the slightest.
I feel bad. I wasn't able to keep a positive attitude after it. God knows David doesn't need another person to whine about this project.
Maybe I was just naive to think things would change after school. You know, that people would suddenly become adult about issues that grate on my nerves.
...but you know what? Everything comes to those who wait. When April will arrive (=end of internship), they'll be in deep shit. That folder needs to be changed each season and I'm the only one who knows how to use Photoshop. Mwahaha.
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In other news, it seems it's the week for Bad News In One Shot. Mine don't top Amanda's, but my bro failed his French Provincial Exam, which puts his whole admission to University in danger. We're all shocked because he's a crack at languages. Even him doesn't understand what happened and his whole self-esteem is crumbling to dust. As for my aunt, her favourite cat died last month, and another one yesterday. If it's not enough for you, a virus spreaded to the other cats. Where does it comes from, you ask? Well, some vet did a poor job and deemed a cat healthy when it wasn't. Result: he infected all the others. Now she has to cancel her vacations to stay with her cats, and deal with a depressed lover. Mom and I want to visit them, if only to stop their cycle of exchanging negative energy, but we can't because we have cats too and that virus is highly contagious. Raaah.