Intern Chick

Last week, my boss from my "paying" job (I put that in quotes because its a very small sum that I got at random intervals in a lump) didn't really give me any assignments.  It was out of the ordinary but, my boyfriend was coming to visit and I didn't want to remind her she didn't give me any work.  I finally asked her and she said there was no work to be done this week.  That was fine with me.  So I went about the rest of my week and enjoyed my last long weekend.  This morning I was awoken but a short e-mail requesting a timeline of what I did last week.

What???

Is this a boss-worker way of asking how my weekend went??  I didn't do work because there wasn't any, now I need a timeline.  In all fairness, she did mention it yesterday, but I forgot about it amid the chaos of the Big Boss.  I rushed to internship #1 this morning and was given a list of things to do, but had to get this timeline into my boss for my other job.  And of course, everything was going wrong.  My computer locked up on a web page for my job that Vin saw (and probably wondered why I wasn't doing what he asked), my Word wouldn't open for me to make up this timeline, and then I had to run an errand across town.  I finally got it done and it was a pretty crappy timeline, I was really desperate.  I apologized for my lack of attention on the matter (its always better to take the blame for the little things and let your boss think they know better...choose your battles wisely so you can fight the big ones) and hurriedly did the rest of my work.

During the day I was trying to figure out when one of my friends from home could visit and realized that ALL of my weekends between now and Christmas are already planned for me.  And she was ever so kind as to remind me that if I didn't pick up this second internship, I'd have more time to hang out with her or do more fun things.  Not that I don't think all this hard work will pay off later, its just that I'm in the thick of it right now.  Normally I thrive in situations like this, but today I really felt like I was cracking.  But then I remembered, this pressure is what I live for and after all, diamonds are made under pressure.