I timidly ask, "am I getting paid?" "Well I don't know let me find out, my supervisor replies". "Well I did ask and she said it was a voluntary internship, she comes back saying". "O no problem, just thought I should ask," I tell her. Gosh, was I mad!!! like seriously wth wants to volunteer 275 hours for free? But I don't have a choice because I need it to graduate. Needless to say the motivation i had when i had gotten the job initially has waned. And to put it out there, I am very rich in Jesus Name ( in otherwords i am freaking broke). O snap just realized HE(more on that later) is going to read this and be furious at me. But dont worry, I don't need you to pull out your wallets and send me something (hint!hint!). LOL. No seriously, i am officially the brokest (if there is a word like that) intern as well, but a very happy intern. I am about to graduate, and the remaining 269 hours of this internship should fly by pretty quickly with loads of stories to tell when I start making that dough ( chi ching!!!!yeah). Like how I am the only black person who works there and the only person in their 20's and so everybody is trying to be careful and of course speak correctly at all times. Like how I had to sing happy birthday to someone I don't even know at work today (the brownies and cake were hella good though).
So here's to chronicling my every day struggles and successes and joys......and here is to my 3rd attempt at blogging.....hope you enjoy it....see you tomorrow