Time to start juggling.
Hi friends.
I started my second internship, at Universal Press Syndicate, today. I spent the entire day touring the three floors of the American Century Building that Andrews McMeel Universal occupies, peeing in a cup and reading comics. It was pretty sweet.
Though I'm only making $500 for the entire summer, I am going to make mad connections in the editorial department and get a hot job there making $9,000,000 a year. Then I'll be able to afford the loft I want to live in at 21st and Central. You can all come visit me after First Fridays in KC.
So now I get to juggle my KC Homes & Gardens internship, where I have a Win95 computer and no Internet, and this new one, every other day with Saturday-Monday off. It's a hard life. Doesn't it suck to be an intern?
...
Oh wait. No, it doesn't. Though I did hear some people snickering today about my too-tight clothes and blaming my attitude on PMS.
...
Oh wait. No, that didn't happen either.
Just joshin', Burhenn.
...
And to top it all off, I had a phone interview with the HR person at the Lawrence Journal-World on my way home from the Plaza (yes, that's where I work, I rule). So Matt Daugherty of the Dispatch Tribune, if you're reading this right now, it's time to get back from vacation and offer me a job before somebody else snatches me up!
...Or something.
God, how I love ellipses.
Exciting times in the life of Prada Paige. Bob was here last weekend and it was the last time until July 2 that I had with him. ::tear:: We're going to a NASCAR event July 2-3 then he'll be back for three weeks while he's at field school. Somebody convince him that he needs to come back to journalism so he won't go out and get lost digging in the desert. I'd miss him.
OK, so now I'm just babbling. Long day with a guilt complex about posting from work. Maybe it's the fact that I'm stationed in "the bullpen," smack in the middle of the office and right in front of my supervisor's office. Eeek. I'm off now, maybe to grab some dinner. I had a plateful of fried tofu from Blue Koi and a Starbucks chai for lunch and I'm feeling surprisingly unfulfilled.
Leave comments because last time I was sad. I got none. Maybe if I say something inflammatory, more people will comment.
I hate kittens and Jesus.
There. Comment.
Love,
Prada Paige
I started my second internship, at Universal Press Syndicate, today. I spent the entire day touring the three floors of the American Century Building that Andrews McMeel Universal occupies, peeing in a cup and reading comics. It was pretty sweet.
Though I'm only making $500 for the entire summer, I am going to make mad connections in the editorial department and get a hot job there making $9,000,000 a year. Then I'll be able to afford the loft I want to live in at 21st and Central. You can all come visit me after First Fridays in KC.
So now I get to juggle my KC Homes & Gardens internship, where I have a Win95 computer and no Internet, and this new one, every other day with Saturday-Monday off. It's a hard life. Doesn't it suck to be an intern?
...
Oh wait. No, it doesn't. Though I did hear some people snickering today about my too-tight clothes and blaming my attitude on PMS.
...
Oh wait. No, that didn't happen either.
Just joshin', Burhenn.
...
And to top it all off, I had a phone interview with the HR person at the Lawrence Journal-World on my way home from the Plaza (yes, that's where I work, I rule). So Matt Daugherty of the Dispatch Tribune, if you're reading this right now, it's time to get back from vacation and offer me a job before somebody else snatches me up!
...Or something.
God, how I love ellipses.
Exciting times in the life of Prada Paige. Bob was here last weekend and it was the last time until July 2 that I had with him. ::tear:: We're going to a NASCAR event July 2-3 then he'll be back for three weeks while he's at field school. Somebody convince him that he needs to come back to journalism so he won't go out and get lost digging in the desert. I'd miss him.
OK, so now I'm just babbling. Long day with a guilt complex about posting from work. Maybe it's the fact that I'm stationed in "the bullpen," smack in the middle of the office and right in front of my supervisor's office. Eeek. I'm off now, maybe to grab some dinner. I had a plateful of fried tofu from Blue Koi and a Starbucks chai for lunch and I'm feeling surprisingly unfulfilled.
Leave comments because last time I was sad. I got none. Maybe if I say something inflammatory, more people will comment.
I hate kittens and Jesus.
There. Comment.
Love,
Prada Paige
posted by The University Daily Kansan at 3:34 PM
2 Comments:
you can't hate kittens. that's unamerican.
I suck it up and put my boobs in the show, that's how. -PP
And I do hate kittens. I sneeze at them.
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