Walhalla!! Dududu!!
If u haven’t noticed yet! It’s me wailing with my hands craving to do Nyanzi style.
Listen to my internship cry Oh Lord!
I missed Planet Yourghurt plot on Monday, missed out on Java House plot on Tuesday. And today morning, I fiercely but with pain had to turn down beach plot.
You however need to know that all the above were to be fully sponsored! I must admit I thought of escaping from work only to remember that my acceptance letter didn’t have an attachment for worldly pleasures.
My imposed self has never ignored such pleasures of life but for the good of internship, I must compose myself and act grown up. It is not like my job is the most coveted and unexciting because it ain’t.
It should be remembered that not every intern at their work place get to travel in a convoy with ambassadors of states.
My dear friend! If you are out there and acting like a wimp over your mean boss, too much work, lack of enough corporate clothing and you think you must cry, feel free to cry for your future job loss. Crying makes you weak and unprofessional. Leave the Pee-wee cry baby league and own your job.
I’ll tell you why I started with crying. Obama did cry in 2012 while giving a speech! But most importantly, I cry because I missed out on my favorite dish at Java house ???????
Dear colleagues who no longer have outings because of Internship endeavors, shall we?? Cry….
