Workin' woman

That's me. Who knew? Me, getting a job so quickly. I keep on telling myself, "It's only and internship, it's only an internship," but I really like going and being productive every day. The whole office setting is great. It might just be the place, but I like it. And I have my own office! That will soon be turned into storage, but whatever. I sit by myself surrounded by pinky-beige walls and a metal desk with fake wood covering. Not even particle board, but that sticker stuff that's supposed to look like wood. I keep wanting to bring pictures and stuff in to decorate, make it more homey, but "it's only an internship, it's only an internship." Every time my boss comes in she says, this place needs a coat of paint. Yup, probably, and some posters or something to keep it from looking like storage.

But the job is great. I've already done and seen so much. I've met with PR people and journalists, written a few press releases, done a walk-through for one event and will do another tomorrow, had a catering meeting, I can't even remember. And I know more is to come. It's actually the perfect job right now, because I've been doing a lot of wedding type stuff (*gasp* in event planning? Noooooo...), keeping up with guest lists, vendor meetings.

Speaking of vendor meetings, I think I'm hooked on fancy food. Excuse me, gourmet fare. Like I said, we went to a tasting for one event, and I was pretty nervous at first. I've never really been in an environment that lent itself to fancy food, and every time I saw anything with words I didn't know I refused it. This caterer is actually a preferred caterer for Great Oaks, but the menu scared me so much, who did I pick? Williamson Brothers Barbeque. But Affairs to Remember was soooo yummy. I tried so much I've never eaten before-- lobster with corn chowder, risotto, squash (not gourmet, but I've never liked it), artichoke hearts... But it was wonderful. Ray's in a pickle now. He was hoping I'd never get a taste of the good life. Maybe I should start requesting lobster every night for dinner. Or maybe just beg for it on the honeymoon.

So that's the job so far. Go me.