DREAM JOB Step One: Internship

I applied this spring to a few very cool summer opportunities: a Pixar Publicity Internship a. I spent a month envisioning myself in New York or California (on alternating days, of course). This is probably got me through my thesis. By May, I had recieved two very polite letters basically asking me to take my talents elsewhere. And I have.

Back to the seafood market went I. Despite wanting to have graduated from summer job land, and the joke that they'll never be able to get rid of me, I actually am really happy to be back. This will be my seventh summer at the best place on earth with my Fish Family. We just made it through Memorial Day Weekend, and even the customers were nice. I'm stoked to be back.

Plus,

I had no idea (until a month ago) that a fairly well-known company is headquartered twenty minutes from me. A company that offers internships in content writing. A company that wants me to start tomorrow.

I'll soon find out what my projects are, but I could be doing anything from designing catalogues and flyers to writing for the website. It sounds like everything I wanted. It's unpaid, but I don't have to make a huge in-office time commitment because you can write from anywhere.

So the cool kids don't want to let me sit at their table yet. That's fine. I'm prepared to rock socks off of everyone else.

Negative Space

A recent spring morning found me at work behind the front desk of the library, merrily checking in books, reading emails, chatting up some cute kid from class, and basking in the newly-returned air conditioning. While printing a document for one girl, I glanced at the title and read: "student.pdf".

This froze me where I stood. The girl was identified as "student." I will be legally identified as such for a few more days before hovering in the "about to graduate" category, followed soon thereafter by--

?

"Recent-graduate."
"Seafood marketeer."
"Fish-monger."


Not-student.

I've always envisioned everything after September 2010 as negative space. I don't know what is supposed to happen. Most likely time will stop. I want a degree-worthy job and I want a taco.