Day 1:
After waiting for nearly an hour for my new boss to arrive and give me something to do, I began my official job of blogging. My instructions? Browse for good blogs. Think of something to write about. Commence.
After about, half an hour of searching, I was bored to tears. Gulp. Four blogs and ten ideas later, I was more lost and desperate than ever. More instructions, please!? No such luck. [Apparently, as I would come to know, directions are few and boredom is often. Swiftly and silently, it takes over and engulfs my days. Not to say the job itself is displeasing. Rather, I have altogether too much time on my own and without supervision.] Around one o’clock or so, when my stomach was devouring my intestines, I had the notion that I was allowed to ask if I could have lunch. My hunger overcame my timidness and off I went to a fifteen minute line at Subway. “Of course she’s a new intern,” people at Subway must have thought, the way I was huddled in a corner table scarfing down my roast beef sandwich. I must have looked the way a mouse does, trapped by a housecat in a corner. Struggling in the final moments before an awful, embarrassing death. Oh geez. Well, regardless how cowardly and silly I must have come across that first day of work, I immediately grew less timid over time [ I even went on Facebook in the following weeks - rebel!]. Haha. Day 1 ended with a bang. Not really. But, you know, it’s always fun to think it was more exciting than not.
