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gia said at 05:37 PM, 4.10.08:happy hjo day if you still lava him. and a magazine internship sounds pimp. also, your hp entry was one of my favorite mehbe ever
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Sunday, April 6th, 2008
Up for grabs
The more my plans come together for this summer, the more up in the air everything feels. For a while there, I was content knowing that I had an easy, steady job and some evenings of fun ahead of me, before riding off into the sunset in late September. Then I had to go muddle it up for myself by saying, yes, I will take that magazine internship, because ten hours a week is easy-peasy.
My problem arises in its location: Watertown. If gas were made of sunflowers and baby power and cost a nickel for a gallon, I would not feel so terrible, but it's the hippies. Those damn hippies have ruined us with their acid-laced guilt trips, and now all I can think about is that when I burp I am poisoning the universe with the processed foods I ate an hour ago. They make me worry that if I do not take public transportation, then the polar bears will swim downstream and eat my kittens, and then the nuclear radiation from the terrorists attacks on Plymouth's power plant (provoked by the oil crisis that I perpetuate with my automobile) will give those bears an intellectual edge over the humans, and the food chain will get all tangled, and on top of it all, my acne will come back.
So, now that I've once again proven that I can find pretty much any way to blame hippies, I am forced to address the issue of the commute. It will take something like two or two-and-a-half hours to get to the office by MBTA, and I do not want to get up at some ridiculous hour to get to Watertown. Over the course of Mondays and Tuesdays, I need to cover ten hours. I do not want to lose more than one day of (paid!) work at the cafe if I can avoid it. So the flimsy plan is: sleep somewhere near Boston on Sunday night; work 9-5 (7/8 hours) at the office on Monday; sleep somewhere near Boston on Monday night; work 9-12 (2-3 hours) at the office on Tuesday; take the train home; be home in time for a 5-10 shift at the cafe.
The up in the air part is where I will stay. I may or may not have a friend's house in Watertown, and I may or may not have a family's house in Newton (though I have not even called the latter to see if that would be acceptable). I worry about being a burden to someone else, and the money I will have to spend on the train, the T, and the bus. I am also up in the air about how fun it will be to work seven days a week for another three months. It is doable--I have done it before. And one thing my dad has always said is that the biggest shock leaving college will be the fact that summer vacations no longer exist, so in a way I am preparing myself. On the other hand, when I told him I was thinking of accepting the internship, he wrote, "Make sure you do what YOU want to do, not what you think Mom and Dad want you to do." I'm not really sure what I'm doing it for. Maybe it's because I think it will impress someone, someday.
Whatever the reason, I have already accepted, so there's no going back. The only thing I can do at this point is try to make this workworkwork a bit more bearable. I will read books, solve crosswords, and take pictures. I will hunt ghosts, watch Batman, and ride bikes. I will see my friends from college, see my friends from home, and see my family at least one morning and one night a week. I will pack lunches, wear jackets, and pet the dogs I walk past. I will drink water, take walks along the Charles River, and give good advice.
Whether I take it or not remains to be seen.