*passes my exes house and honks my horn very loudly so that he knows I’m still alive and I have more money than him*
i went basically bar hopping with my coworkers tonight and we took three consecutive shots of fireball and i had a jamison + gingerale and a craft beer and still somehow managed to not get very drunk at all? sometimes i’ll have one beer and be fucked and other times i can drink like a fish like i don’t get it
like i just don’t have the personality that works well in an environment where you have to work independently like i don’t understand what i’m supposed to be doing unless someone outlines concrete tasks for me that have beginnings and ends and i SO prefer working with other people instead of alone like unless the two other interns who start next week are here at the same time as me (which i don’t think they are) the next 13 weeks are going to be absolute hell
the only thing this internship has done for me so far is make me terrified that what i thought i wanted to do with my life for the last 8 years actually isn’t right at all
i got to my internship and all of the supervisors are out of the office today and they all forgot to tell me because no one remembered i was supposed to be here!! haha!! cool!!