I will never complain that I'm bored at work. To myself, I mean. I don't have to abstain from complaining out loud about not being given enough work, as I have NEVER (Read: N-E-V-E-R) done that. Duh. That would be suicide pure and simple. Anyway, I got to the office a bit later than usual today. As it turns out, Ayala Ave.'s closed. Thus the horrendous traffic. It took us an hour and a half to get from Katipunan to Salcedo. Half of that we spent staring at the Volvo next to us on the Kalayaan to Buendia flyover. Can't all the firms just transfer to Eastwood? Wishful thinking. Anyhoo, Cara, Kaye, Jelo and I are traipsing over to the nearest Starbucks in a bit for a coffee break. We've been basking in our lethargy for the past three working days, but none of us are about to start complaining. When it rains, it pours. The first two weeks here, I was so swamped with work I ended up working through Saturday AND Sunday. All this sans a computer. Translation: EXPENSIVE. And I'm not even getting paid that much. Oh well. All my hard-earned wages from this second summer internship (which, incidentally, is not required =p) are going into suits. I planned everything out. One set = blazer, skirt, pants. I'm getting two sets made, one in khaki and one in gray. And white pants. =p My white pants suck. I either look like I have a wedgie (when I really do not) OR like my ass suddenly vanished into thin air. Anyway, I can't wait to get my scholarship money so I can go shoe-shopping. My feet are just about ready to die from wearing stilettos to work everyday. My flats aren't exactly meant for the corporate world. Hahaha!
Hmmm... I've been telling my fellow interns (Yauck, feeling! It's not half as grand as it sounds. =p) that I've been getting anxiety attacks (not the real thing ha.) due to the fact that I haven't done anything since that trademark application thing. Was my work not up to par, thus the hesitation to give me more work? Are they just waiting for me to get the hell out of here? Man. I worked my ass off naman the first couple of days, and I think I delivered naman. Well, except for that memo I did for B.A. (not his real name). Now that was one PIECE OF CRAP. Seriously. Oh, and I'm getting used to the three-letter initials. If and when I become a lawyer, I'll be called MGT. Sounds a lot more lawyerly than GYT. Well, at least I think so. Comment on this.
Anyhoo, we're off to Starbucks. We'll be back in, um, an hour? Hehe! Feed me!!! I'm hungry. AGAIN. My stomach is a bottomless bit, I swear to God.
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