KK’s Blog

So Kyle should be in Russia now. I haven’t heard from him, but I haven’t heard anything about planes crashing or anything, so I’m assuming he made it there safe and is now having bunches of fun, and not being able to find any way to contact me. I miss him a lot, but I’ve actually been busy at the paper this week, so it hasn’t been too bad. And after this week, only two weeks left at the paper, I think.

Tomorrow, I’ll get off early and then again on Friday and get to spend the weekend with my mom, although she’s sick at the moment. I hope she feels better. We haven’t gotten to see a lot of each other this summer except when we’ve been working and then we’re sort of concentrating on working. So hopefully this weekend will be fun. Really there’s nothing to write about. I’m just playing on my computer and thought I would add to my blog. I’ve been reading Harry Potter every night, keeping my mind off Kyle by getting absorbed into books. I can already tell this summer is going by way too fast and soon I’m going to be flying over to England, which is really scary. But it’ll be okay, and it will be worth it. Gotta keep telling myself that.

So you know JP, the French guy? I talked to him today to try to tell him I quit. I told him I didn’t realize the size of the work he was going to have me do, and he told me I shouldn’t look at it as one big thing but as one thing at a time. (One of the documents he wanted me to edit was 83 pages long and he gave me 88 documents, about 80 which are supposed to be formatted into a table in word, basically copying and pasting things in four different languages that I don’t know, but no big deal, one thing at a time.) Then I said I just didn’t have time because I am working a full-time job, sometimes having things on the weekend, and he just said, “You told me you could give me 15 hours a week, right?” in his annoying French accent. So I said well that was when you were going to send things to me earlier. You sent them a week and a half after I asked you to, when I had time. And he says, “But you were graduating.” That answers my complaint. But yes, I was graduating and that’s why I wanted them early, to do work while I didn’t have anything to do but was still at school because I had to graduate. But he refused to believe me on this point, responding, “Well that doesn’t matter. I sent them to you.” Okay. I said well I just can’t do this much work for no pay when I’m already working for pay. I just can’t. And he said, well I can probably find $1000 somewhere. That’s not the problem. WHAT?!?! Okay, so he can just pull out $1000 to pay me, but he didn’t tell me this when I told him I couldn’t work for him very much because I needed money. I am really starting to hate this guy. So I’m sending him what I’ve done to see if I’ve done it right, and then he might pay me to do the rest. We’ll see. But I refuse to edit his 80 page book. That’s just too much.

So I’m counting down the days until my internship is over. I will not be having a career in writing for a newspaper I’ve decided. I found out I’m intrigued by history, history that you don’t learn in school, like who is buried in Georgetown’s cemetery and what they are remembered for. Except the article that I wrote on that might not get used because I’m apparently supposed to be writing my cemetery article on expansion issues, things that are more newsy. Except when I asked the cemetery guy about it, he said it’s just talk and they wouldn’t expand for at least another 30 years unless there’s a huge death epidemic or something. So I’m going to try to work on the newsy stuff more tomorrow.

Then I’ll have finished everything I can do, so I’ll ask what I am supposed to do next. Mike, the guy who hired me, still has not talked to me. The main reason I came was to get to do work on this business page, and I switched this internship around with my other one because he said if I started later, they would already have gotten the business page published a few times. So now it seems it won’t happen until I’ve left. I guess that’s the bad part about having the internship last only 7 weeks. But the good thing is that I only have to work there for 7 weeks. I can’t wait til my next internship. I think it will be very interesting, and they know I’m coming.

Oh and Australians resemble my newspaper because they are terrible at communication too it seems. Christi is still in the U.S. when she was supposed to leave for her internship at a hospital in Australia Sunday. But they didn’t inform her that her visa, which she sent in early March, was still not processed because she had to get a chest x-ray. And they just told her this last Friday. I like the accent and I would love to see their beaches, but that’s a little crazy.