Intern Chick

I'm so totally over final-internship-before-you-graduate internship.  Yesterday I was inches from tapping Vin on the shoulder and telling him that I can't do this anymore and I'm GONE, content with living out my days hiding under the covers from my mother and father.  It took every bit of me not to do it, my body was at my desk, but my mind was at a new internship, giggling over coffee with my new boss and intern friends.  

Needless to say, attending work this morning was not the easiest thing to do, I had to pretend I was 6 years old again and my dad was standing over my bed with a SuperSoaker water gun to get me up and go to school.  My first task of the day (after having it pointed out that Vin and I wore the same color shirt today) was to listen to three demos and see what I thought....trash, trash, and more trash.  Next?  Midday, while counting how many days I have left of this internship, Vin asked me this:

Vin:  So, what do you want to be doing??

Me: What???  (Is it bad if I tell him I'd like to run out of this office like a bat out of hell and never return?)

Vin:  You know, like, what do you want to learn here?  I want you to get the most out of this internship so, what do you think?

Me: Umm...well obviously, I'd like to be dealing more with music because that is why I'm here

Vin:  Like what?

Me: (OMGz, does everything have to be this hard?) Well, I don't even know what a publishing intern is supposed to be doing!  So, if the description has music in it, I will do it.

Vin:  Okay so right now I have a list of artists that are looking for tracks, so would you want to listen to some of the stuff our producers and songwriters are working on and match what artists you think would sound good on certain songs?

Me: (DUH!!!) Yea, sure...I mean, that sounds great!

Vin:  Okay so you can do that, and then pass them to me and I'll look it over and we'll send it out to the Big Boss and the artists

Maybe bosses can smell potential, too.