Hola bloggy friends! This is the part where I apologize (once again) for being a slacker and not blogging for  days. whoops. This sounds ridiculous, especially since I love blogging so much, but I am on the computer all day for work and when I get home at 5:30 all I want to do is flop onto the couch and do nothing! Who would have thought just sitting there for 7-8 would make me so exhausted?! On that note.. it's time to fill you in on...
MY BIG GIRL INTERNSHIP!
My friends and family that read this know the extreme struggle it took to get to this point. I began interviewing and applying to internships in January- I submitted applications, when to interviews, and just had no luck.
There was that one time I never heard back from a firm when I sent in an application.
There was that one time I interviewed and the head of the firm "forgot" to contact me and tell me she gave the internship to a college graduate until my mom ran into her one day and (politely) called her out on it.
Then there was that one time I interviewed for the dream non-profit intern position (though unpaid) and then came to find out the woman who interviewed me stepped down and the organization was a little shambly...
Then, the Friday afternoon before exam week (yes, cutting it close, people), I saw a posting for a communications internship position at a fairly large local non-profit, and I freaked. I wrote my cover letter and sent in my resume that very day (keep in mind I had a ZTA function that afternoon and still managed to have fun and fulfill my big girl pre-internship duties!)
I got a call during exam week to come in for an interview. I loved the organization right away, and found out that my would-be boss was a Wofford graduate! I left the interview fairly confident, but still nervous due to my constant failure in the employment department. I was all,
"SOMEONE hire me....please....
I'll do whatever you want for some resume sparkle
and a little extra Target spending money!!!!"
Now that I'm where I need to be, at least for the summer, I can't help but look back and laugh at my constant worry. God has His own timing, and this past semester was a smack in the face with that reminder. Things didn't go "my way" for the longest time. Andrew was gone, I wasn't getting hired, and more, and I was confused and constantly asking God, "Why? When will by 'my time'?" And here I am.
Now, work isn't all butterflies and glitter, but I love who I work with and what I'm learning. This is my first glimpse into the "real world" and it's a little scary, but I think I kind of like it.