I was told yesterday i only had about 2 days left in my internship. God-fucking-damnit. I finally get used to a darn good job which I happen to like, and now my days are numbered. Even if the pay was basicaly bird feed. I don’t care. I was happy.
There was only one thing that made me feel a little… uneasy about the place. Ever since I was hired with pay after the college internship was done, I really wasn’t meant to be there. That place was reserved to some fucktard who maybe found a better offer, not just a "summer program", which is where I am stuck now. I was squeezed in there somehow, with no equipment to work, no place to even sit, doing actual work at short intervals throughout the day, only getting to work properly when people called in sick (which happenned quite a few times, it seems they take advantage of the situation as well). I didn’t care at first. I enjoyed it, even when I feel that I shouldn’t be there.
But all is not lost. Today at noon, I was informed by my supervisor, wonderful little ray of sunshine that she is (roll eyes), that my "gig" was extended ’till the tenth of sept. Oh happy day. I’ve got ten more days to feel out of place, I don’t know if I should jump up and down like a japanese schoolgirl or put on some Radiohead and sulk ’till I get slapped in the face.
Oh well. I might as well milk the shit out of that motherfucker, ’cause god knows when I’ll be able to land another job.
Maybe I should try overseas…
I’ve got this uncle over there in Flori-duh who can maybe, MAYBE provide me with a place to crash while I look for a J-O-B. That would be absolute heaven. I don’t care if I have to live in a fucking rat hole, or do my laundry, or learn to cook. I already had some training at "El RUM". I can deal with that. I just don’t know if i could deal with the loneliness again.
But, sacrifices must be made. I do not plan on getting to 30 and still live at home. Just thinking about it makes me wanna puke, crap and pee at the same time.
I feel like I’m chained to this godforsaken house. I fucking hate the walls it stands on.
Alas, that bastard (my uncle) is as reliable as giving your wallet to a crackwhore and telling her to "watch it for you". He just blabs and blabs on and never gets through with anything. I might have to get my bitch on ant tell him to get his shit straight, ’cause I’m serious about this. It’s been long overdue.
"Get some sleeping bags ready, ’cause Junior wants to jump the pond, bitch."
Dunno my son. I hate Flawriduh with a passion, but yes, you do need to jump the bloody pond. As for the 10 more days, well, you can jump up and down like a Japanese schoolgirl who listens to radiohead. O algo.
Ta!
by morituri September 1st, 2004 at 3:36 pm