I should just be really clear/blunt about when I plan to stop working.
This might take a bit of negotiations, because I am giving quite a short notice to my supervisor. They're going to need time to find a new intern, and I might need to stay until s/he starts woking. I asked a couple of hoobaes if they were interested in taking my job, or if they knew of anyone who might be interested, but neither of them answered....yet.
on a lighter note, I was lucky coz while talking with MsJ, the issue of me quitting 'accidentally' popped up and my boss just happend to pass by and overhear our conversation, which saved me from going through the awkward and possibly painful process of bringing up the topic during a one-on-one conversation.
And you know what, boss actually looked broken! shattered! in pain! at the news that I will be quitting soon.
(was it really because of what I said or was it because of something that happened before he came into the room? not sure. But I do know he suddenly looked completely shaken after he heard me.)
I think he really likes me! 우후훗!
I'm not sure why or what about me that he likes, but I'm certain that I am in his list of 'favored people'. I really don't know where that came from coz he barely talks to me and there were only two times that I did something directly at his request. (So why/how? It's not like he's going to miss my long hair...) I should definitely keep in contact with him and get him to write a LOR when I apply for law school. Maybe. If possible.
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I'm not sure which I hate the most: having absolutely nothing to do/ having something to do with no clear deadline/ having lots of things to do with a tight deadline.
Well, I've learned to make peace with situations when I have nothing to do (or, to be accurate, when I don't have any work AND have nothing that I WANT to do.)... I read NYT like crazy, reading every article that looks the least bit important or interesting, and reading every single article in the op-ed page. (I do this almost every day that if I do this for six more months, I might have no trouble blending in when I go to New York.)
So here I am today, pretending to work but actually putting off work (indefinitely!) and wondering when 6pm will finally arrive, like I've been doing every single day for the past six and a half months.
Would lawyering amidst an economic crisis be a similar experience?
Even just the suggestion of that idea sends shudders down my spine.
No, I'm sure it wouldn't be. The unni that quit this internship and went to work in the NGO of her dreams said she finally felt like she knew what she was doing. And it's not like the work she does is significantly different from what she used to do here (translating, editing, research, and some more translating).
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This SOB isn't calling me/ texting me/ sending me a message via FB.
Don't effing say things that you don't mean.
For instance: 연락할께요. 꼭 봐요.
Yeah right. You barely remember that I exist.
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The time has come to get my nails done.
Why must it take so much time and effort to grow fingernails?
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Looking through the emails that I wrote about two years ago - there was a time when I was actually 'sweet' to him!
I really wasn't intending to be, and I thought I was being coarse and straight-talking like I had always been. But if a stranger saw those emails, s/he might have thought I was his gf! Okay, except for the part where I ask if he's had any progress with a girl 10 years younger than himself.. and when he answers...
But I do remember. We used to call each other at nights after longs days of work. We thought of each other as among the coolest people we had ever met. That wore off pretty quickly from my side, when I heard about what a horrible bf he had been to his first gf, AND his second gf. I don't think that ever wore off on his part, though. Coz he still says stuff like, well, I would rather not mention that on public space (he might be embarassed).
But yeah, there were those periods when I gave him dating advice, fashion advice (we were so dead serious it's not even funny), life advice, religious(?!) advice, etc.
And he even jokingly said "What are you? My gf? Stop playing pretend!"
Why the heck was I doing that? I never ever saw any romantinc possibilities with that guy (after I'd known him for about... three months?).
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arrrrrgh I dont' want to work! (as you can see)
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