Well, since this is my SECOND official post - that first one was kinda bull - I will tell you a little bit more about myself.
In a few days, I will officially be a college graduate. I'm quite excited for this fact - I've worked so hard for it. However, judging on the state of everything, graduating right now kinda sucks. That's why I chose to do another internship. From February to late June I was at a community television station for my first internship. I wouldn't have survived if it wasn't for my other classmates, or for the great other people who worked there. Of course, it was unpaid, and I had to live at home. My parents and family were going through a rough time and it was quite fun to deal with. About four months into my internship, I started looking for real jobs. The reason I went to college was so that I didn't have to work in retail for the rest of my life. I sent out resumes and demos to television stations all over the state, and only got two letters rejecting me. NO JOBS! So, I talked to my college professor, and she suggested that I try a new internship. It was a full year, paid, internship. However, it was also two and a half hours away from home. This meant I would have to move, leave my friends and family, and go to a place where I knew nobody.
I went to the interview, and it felt great. Everyone was so great - all men of course, what else can I expect in TV? It just felt right - unlike the bad anticipation I had for the other station. I decided to take it!
The move was painful - just like the numerous amounts of moves back and forth to college. However, it wasn't an hour away! My little car was packed, along with my dad's truck bed and full length trailer with my parents old furniture. I hadn't seen my apartment yet - so I was afraid of the worst. It's not bad, especially for the price. I can tell you this - I'm paying much less for much more room that a dorm room! And I don't have to share a bathroom!! :) I don't have much, and it's hard to get used to, but I'm working on it.
The hardest part is that I haven't made any friends yet. I have the people I work with, but that is it. I guess I am quite shy when it comes to meeting new people. I come home from work, get on the computer, turn on the TV, and just sit here for a while until it's time for bed. Then I sleep for about 8 hours, get up, do my morning routine, and go to work. I look forward to going to work, because there, there are people to talk to. I've spent a few weekends here (otherwise I head back "home") - and all I do is sit in my apartment. Last weekend, I went out for an hour to go grocery shopping. HELP!
Sure, I'm interested in meeting a man, but at this point, I really don't care if I do. I'm just going to let it happen this time - not force it. It's gotten to the point though that a guy will look at me, interested, and I will look away. I guess I just don't care. Should I care?
