although i have been keeping it mum for a while (please note for no other reason than pure slothery), i have been doing an internship in the GQ magazine copy editing department for the past two weeks. well. what this has taught me is that i definitely don't want to do copy editing someday. geez. you read every article in the magazine, about 6 times over, three months in advance, checking for errors. now i know i'm an anal spelling freak but there is a line one needs to draw in order to preserve one's sanity. if i ever do foray in to copy editing, it would be for a shitty magazine that i don't actually ever read in real life - this way, i can maintain the child-like excitement on the 21st of every month when new reading material hits the shelves.
another thing i learnt is that i actually don't want to work at all one day. my dream of becoming a journalist/ fashiony person has (once again) been replaced by the dream of being a lady of leisure. decadence trumps success every time.
why?
after a day of work, i am SO TIRED. like go to bed at 8pm tired, even though my working day only starts between 9 and 10 am every day. exhaustion of such nature means the time i get to spend with the bird after he comes home from work is all a bit of a blur/am i dreaming? vibes. honestly, most of the time i can't remember our conversations at all.
another con of being a bread winner (not that i was earning any bread, just eating it) is that your eating habits have to conform with the rest of society/your office. you see, my eating routine is non existent. i eat when i am hungry. i never eat breakfast (although dossing till 11 makes this easier) and my lunch is usually spread out throughout the afternoon. THIS WORKED FOR ME!! now, getting up at the crack of morning traffic (i live in a busy street, okay), one has to eat breakfast or you'll surely die before you find parking.
lunch is from 1 to 2, and i learned very quickly (although this donkey made the same mistake thrice) that the coffee shop across the street is a TRICK and will steal all your money - in short, eating out is expensive. so i learned to pack lunch. meaning i never left my desk. which is like the first thing any magazine will tell you to NOT do if you want to lose weight. office chair shapes make all the food go straight to your butt. they should teach us this in pre-primary.
the third con is not being able to do anything in office hours. which is the fatal flaw of life i suppose. everthing is only open/available/willing n office hours. you work in office hours though, as do most people. thus; most people, in the world, can't get anything done.ever. proof, as i've experienced this firsthand!
and now i've been asked to stay another week. in the fashion department!!!! and honestly, i'm overjoyed. maybe i shall become a working woman after all.
No comments:
Post a Comment