Let's play a game of catch....up.

So I'm a little behind on my blogging...my apologies. I refuse to be one of those people who writes just to write something--no one wants to hear me ramble. I don't even want to hear myself ramble--it wouldn't make any sense and I'd talk about nonsensical issues and happenings and frankly, my life is not even that interesting to have intriguing happenstances...

See. Rambling. Yikes.

Let us begin.

Ta-Da! I got an internship!

I have acquired a Marketing/Public Relations internship for an interior design firm in downtown Chicago. Exciting, right? I know. Everyday I take the train down and walk all the way to my little job.....which is unpaid.

*Sigh*

These are my thoughts:

1.) I am so lucky to have gotten an internship, mainly since my resume is not quite up to par for the field I am interested in going into. And truly, it is a great internship. I have the most wonderful and pleasant boss in the world and I just love her. Seriously.

2.) Let's pretend this is one of those adventure stories where you get to pick your own ending. C'mon. It'll be fun.

Do you know what it's like to spend 8 hours working for free? If you do, read option b. If not, read option a.

a.) Congratulations. You have always been paid for every job you have ever taken. Clearly, the universe has taken a liking to you and bequeathed upon you frankincense and myrrh.

b.) It makes you want to curl up under your little desk and have a quick weep session. You are constantly budgeting the little money that you have leftover from college to stretch out as long as possible. You are, essentially, an indentured servant.

Part of me has actually considered trying to barter with the Metra conductors about a discounted ten- ride pass. For instance, if I brought Ronald (my favorite conductor) a hazelnut turbo boost from Dunkin Donuts, maybe he'll give me a ten-ride for half the price. Or...he'll kick me off the train for trying to barter with him like a pirate.

You win some you lose some.

I could not even begin to imagine what it would be like to have an unpaid internship that you HATED. Luckily, I love mine.

"So what are you doing for income?" you may be asking me, looking over the top of your spectacles with a condescending glare.

I'm babysitting. Yes, that's right folks, I have reverted back to my 7th grade self and am babysitting for extra dough. Unfortunately, babysitting stipends lasted a lot longer when your only purchases were slushies and candles from the Icing (why I ever thought I needed 40 blue glitter candles when I was 12 is bewildering to my present self).

It gets worse.

The following is an actual conversation I had with my best friend:

(While ordering at Aurelio's)

Cashier: "That'll be $18.27."

Me (opening wallet): "I've got it. It's my treat."

BFF: "But Mol...That's all your babysitting money."

(silent pause)

BFF: "Oh god. That sounded like we were in high school again."

Why did that sound like we were in high school again? Because I practically am. I'm essentially volunteering and babysitting. All I need is my khaki skirt, black Marist polo, and Doc Marten's and I am all set.

Truth be told, I could go for a Marist chicken sandwich and a tray of fries....