It makes me real nervous that I am more than likely will be looking for another job this December [and . . . another place to live, a sub-leaser]. I’m not ready to leave Phoenix [even though my job sorta sucks].
I’m getting very little feed back from my bosses. I feel like I’m constantly doing something wrong or at least not valued [maybe b/c I’m the intern?]. Granted, I’m still learning the program and how to tackle 30-40 pages [tabloid size] at a time. However, I have had not the opportunity to do anything creative.
I guess you could say that I’m sort of in a rut. I’m having a hard time adjusting from school to the real world. At school you are constantly getting feedback. Most of the time it sucked and was tiresome, but at least you knew where you stood and where that line was for improvement. I can't just say hey boss how am I doing? B/c he sits across the room and might say hi to me once and awhile.
I guess since I’m not paying them. They don't have to pay attention to me.
Anyways. . .Donna [my new buddy in crime] and I decided this weekend was a good time to fuck up my wall. I bought the beer, she brought over the art supplies, and we rocked out that wall till 3 in the morning. More good news . . . no more bugs [no nasty ones at least], my oven is fixed [at least I think], and I finally have a door on my mailbox [that is a whole different story].
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