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The Cocky intern part 2. - Personal Fail

I'm not that great, But this was just plain awesome. :P So, I completed the month, and I asked the guy what my stipend would be, and he said, "Wel, while I've liked your work, but there's one area that seems to be something of a concern for me, and that is basically your commitment. So while I normally would've paid a guy with your level of commitment something like.. umm one peanut, I'll give you 2." I decided to take my 2 peanuts, and go. But I had a great experience here, and really they were all pretty sweet. With a great office culture, no social hierarchies, and nice levels of professionalism. Maybe its time for me to be the sober sweet guy again. Or maybe I should sort my commitment issues. :P This for now. Ah wel. I'll get there when its necessary.   ;)

Did I tell you?

That I'm the cocky young intern at a media company, who comes in 3 days a week wearing t-shirts which say stuff like General Alcoholic. Drunk Since 1947. And puts on headphones and listens to music while doing his work. Gee, I think I've turned into an arrogant piece of crap. I think I'll enjoy it while I can. I'm gonna go back to the sober sweet guy soon enough anyway. HATE his guts btw.

Dance

So I joined these dance classes. And No, its not gay. Infact I dunno what it is with this word lately. You see there was some marriage talk goin on in the house. And I told my mom, not to ever be forcin marriage or settling down on me. That i'd be livin life on my terms, whatever I choose. And she said alright, just make a good livin, gimme dough, and don't turn gay. And that was exactly when I was like, WTF? But anyway. My ex asked me WHY!!!! would I join dance classes. Then she remembered I was awesome at dance. Now, the kind of dance I do is basically a hip-hop style, with some break dance kinda thing, but havin copied moves off tv, I don't know what it exactly is. What I DO know, is that it does NOT consist of doing hip-rolls, shoulder-rolls, and tip-toe things while wiggling your butt to hey baby hey baby hey, all the boys say.. and hollaback girl, with 50 little class twelfth teenage girls, and 5 class 12th teenage boys. I am certain. What more it does ...