I woke up before the alarm went off this morning and thought today might be different. Last night, I finally went to the supermarket and bought supplies for a nutrious lunch that costs less than $20. $120 later...mission accomplished. Now it's a matter of protecting my goodies from prying hands.
So, the critique schedule was finally posted, and of course I am scheduled to go on a day I am not here. Thankfully I've begged Jose enough to have him switch with me, but there was a moment when I thought everything would not be okay. Now I have to help him out on Wednesday. And no, my desire to push back my crit date has nothing to do deal with the fact I have nothing to show them except a new script.
My Mom knows about this blog and she said she hopes I'm having a better time at my internship than what my blog lets on...and truthfully, I don't feel like I'm having that horrible of a time. I don't mind sitting at this desk and browsing the internet inbetween tasks. Nor do I mind my cubemate's dirty humor and constant Chicago radio shows. Chicago radio is much better than L.A.'s.
It's not that bad. It may seem like that, but it's a nice setting to get the grunt work out of the way. True, having 8 hours of work sandwiched between 2 hours of rush hour driving isn't the most desirable thing, but it's not that bad either. And I like knowing that every week I have to be out of the house for 24 hours. My 24 hours of peace.
Okay, don't have enough time to gush about this. I have to get back to work. Lots of resumes to sort through.
The thought that gets me through the day is that hopefully somebody will have to do this for me one day.
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